The boy with the umbrella is from their class.
Song Nuan, a classmate, generally doesn't socialize much in the class and spends her time solving problems.
This time, asking her was just him testing his luck; after all, Song Nuan is genuinely beautiful.
Her delicate face, clear almond eyes, the whole aura is fresh and tender.
Who would've thought that she raised her face, her almond eyes forming a lovely curve, and said, "Sure, thank you."
She agreed. This left the boy stunned; it was beyond his expectations.
Seeing him speechless, Song Nuan smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"
"No, nothing," the boy said, smiling as he held the umbrella, "Shall we go eat something first?"
He seized the opportunity.
"Hmm," Song Nuan pondered for a second, "sure, I'm just a bit hungry."
She lowered her head, preparing to text Song Yi that she wouldn't be home for dinner tonight.
