The icy rain hit her face. She never knew that summer rain could be so cold.
The night was deep, and it was hard to hail a cab. Lin Yixun stared blankly at the empty road ahead, her gaze dropping helplessly.
The rain grew heavier, pounding on her bare toes. The chill spread from her soles to her limbs and bones, freezing even her heart bit by bit.
She hugged her arms tightly, trying to retain a sliver of warmth, but her teeth couldn't stop chattering. She moved with the difficulty of a seventy-year-old woman, step by step along the roadside. Her frail body swayed in the rain as if it could collapse at any moment.
This scene happened to catch Ouyang Hao's eye. His gaze lingered on Lin Yixun's bathrobe for a few seconds before he pieced together most of the story. A mocking smile curved his lips.
What's wrong, the deal didn't go smoothly?
He initially intended to walk up and mock Lin Yixun but then felt it would be pointless. Somehow, a bit of irritation rose in his heart.
