The street was very quiet, with almost no other pedestrians. The likelihood of two people colliding on the wide street was nearly zero, but James deliberately bumped into her, and so they collided on this deserted road.
The girl was caught off guard, and the umbrella in her hand was knocked away, overturning on the ink-colored road surface.
The fine rain poured down like silk, and in the windows of the roadside shops, lonely red flowers had bloomed early. The girl's delicate, bright apple-shaped face was raised in astonishment, and the rain drizzled onto her long, curly eyelashes, making her squint her eyes.
Eastern doll, lips shaped like cherries.
James raised an eyebrow with satisfaction, but then indifferently stepped aside, bypassed her, and walked on.
