Li Yan was wearing a black jacket with the zipper down, revealing a glimpse of the white shirt underneath. He paired it with black pants and black leather shoes.
Step by step, he walked straight through the shallow puddles towards the pavilion.
As he reached the edge of the pavilion, Li Yan tossed the umbrella aside and flatly said to Gu Tong, "You're wearing so little; if the wind blows, what if you catch a cold."
There was a hint of reproach in his words, but more so affection and concern.
"Right, what if I catch a cold."
Chu Xiran bit her molars and stepped forward, forcibly trying to get closer and make an impression, even thoughtfully reached out and touched Gu Tong's arm, genuinely fearing she'd fall ill.
"My constitution's pretty good; I'm not that delicate."
Gu Tong said with a forced smile, subtly shaking off Chu Xiran's hand.
She also hoped she wouldn't get closer to Li Yan.
