Li Qingran shared an umbrella with Xie Ying'an as they returned home.
At the Li Family's front gate, Xie Ying'an did not go inside, but instead handed the umbrella to Li Qingran and prepared to leave.
Li Qingran did not take it, and with her head lowered, she buzzed: "I'm home now, but you're still far from yours, you keep it..."
Before she could finish speaking, Xie Ying'an clicked his tongue with impatience and forcefully shoved the umbrella into her hands, then turned and strode away.
The torrential rain had unknowingly turned into a drizzle, and Li Qingran felt a heavy thump in her heart. Holding the scorching umbrella, she looked forward, watching the frail silhouette of the boy slowly disappear into the night.
Why did Xie Ying'an know she hadn't gone home? Why did he come out to find her? She asked him on the way, but he did not answer.
That's just the way he is.
