Her throat was parched, and the servant went downstairs to get her some water. As soon as the door opened, Tong Ran looked up and found Meng Yao still kneeling at the doorstep.
She was somewhat surprised, "You..."
Meng Yao's knees were numb from kneeling, yet she remained in position. Upon seeing Tong Ran, her throat choked down a sob, "Miss Tong, Young Master is still outside..."
Tong Ran furrowed her brows, turned around, and walked to the window, discovering Luo Xiao still kneeling in the pouring rain.
He remained upright, the posture unchanged, with the soaked white shirt clinging to his body, outlining strong chest muscles.
Tong Ran looked up; it was three-thirty in the morning.
So long...
Her eyes stung for a moment; she straightened up and reached out to draw the curtains.
The servant saw she didn't say anything and prepared to come over to close the door.
Meng Yao suddenly widened her eyes and rushed forward to hold the door, pleading, "Miss Tong..."
