A man in a grey suit, holding an umbrella, appeared on the street at night.
He was less than two meters away from her, walking towards this side.
The black umbrella covered half of his face, revealing only his delicate jawline and his somewhat cold lips.
In fact, the moment the man's figure appeared, Lan Xu had already recognized him.
From their time together since childhood, she had become incredibly familiar with him.
As he walked closer and closer, Lan Xu's heart suddenly began to tense up. She reached out, holding onto the open iron gate, ready to turn around and go inside.
"You don't have to avoid me." Yan Cheng's voice, through the sound of the rain, suddenly came over.
As he spoke, he had already stopped in front of her.
He moved the black umbrella away, revealing a face even more beautiful than a woman's, enchanting in its appearance.
His peach blossom eyes met hers, then... scanned over the umbrella in her hand.
