This rain seems like the sky has some sad emotion it wants to share with the earth, but it doesn't know if the earth can understand what it's saying, so it can only cry helplessly.
But at least, the earth gently embraces the sky's tears, taking each drop of rain into its arms.
Gong Beitang reached out to bring the shoulder furthest from him closer, speaking coldly: "Don't get wet."
Just like that?
Sheng Qingxue responded softly with an 'oh', only to realize that the other side of his shoulder was already soaked by the rain.
"Well, you're the one... who's all wet," Sheng Qingxue said, "I'm fine, you should hold the umbrella more in the middle."
"The umbrella is so small, what can I do!" Gong Beitang frowned.
Sheng Qingxue found his point reasonable and suddenly moved two steps closer to him, almost sticking their bodies together, causing him to pause slightly.
She then lifted the corners of her lips towards him, saying: "If we get closer, neither of us will get wet!"
"..."
