Lu Qingyan followed the topic and asked, "What are you talking about? How come I don't understand?"
Wang Jingyuan didn't respond.
Immediately afterward, Lu Qingyan, who was squatting on the ground, suddenly noticed that the drizzling rain falling on her face seemed to have lessened and a shadow appeared over her head.
She was faintly startled and raised her head to look up.
She saw that at some unknown time, Wang Jingyuan had arrived next to her and held a black umbrella above her head. He looked down at her with some arrogance.
His appearance had always appeared cold, and when he looked down at her like this, it gave Lu Qingyan an oppressive feeling of being caged.
A drop of water fell onto his eyelashes and they trembled lightly in response, "There is a third option."
