Raindrops fell on Mo Chuxi's handsome face and flowing hair.
He quickly walked to the front of the car and saw a woman in a thin dress, disheveled, trying to stand up.
He faintly felt that this back looked somewhat familiar.
"Miss, do you need help?"
He asked.
He confirmed that the car hadn't hit the woman, but rather she had fallen on her own, and he also smelled a strong scent of alcohol.
"Thank you, no need, I can walk myself."
The woman said as she unsteadily stood up, but hadn't walked two steps before she stumbled again, almost falling.
Mo Chuxi furrowed his brows slightly. Out of gentlemanly conduct, he reached out to hold the woman's hand to prevent her from falling again.
Meanwhile, the rain intensified, quickly soaking through their clothes.
"Thank you, I don't need support..."
The woman struggled to break free from Mo Chuxi's hand, but as she turned around, her drunken eyes suddenly became a bit clearer.
"Chuxi?"
"Wen Xin."
