The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Qiu Ye was considering whether to run to the car or wait here for the rain to stop.
She watched the water splashing on the ground, caught in a dilemma.
Usually decisive by nature, she didn't know why she was hesitating this time, about such a simple question.
But soon, she seemed to understand the reason.
The phone rang, and she answered it.
Tang Mubei rushed out of the hospital and immediately saw someone standing on the steps, staring at the rain as if in a daze.
He thought, this rain came at just the right time, blocking her way and creating a path for him.
He stood not far away, calming his breath and emotions, silently watching her.
Three years hadn't brought any significant changes to her.
Her eyes, her character, her temperament, were still the same as before.
Yet he hoped for some changes, hoped she wouldn't push him away so much, wouldn't reject him so strongly.
He stepped closer to her, seemingly very calm.
