The rain pattered against the clear surface of the umbrella with a dull thud.
Everything around them was soaked, leaving only the warm, dry space beneath the umbrella untouched.
Jiang Qingli could clearly feel the pulse beating beneath her palm.
The boy, who was usually as silent as a shadow, had just confessed his true feelings to her, one word at a time.
Meeting the tense emotion in Yi Nuo's eyes, Jiang Qingli's heart instantly softened.
At the same time, a sense of apology welled up inside her.
"I'm sorry. I didn't ask for your opinion and just went on and on," Jiang Qingli squeezed his hand and apologized in a low voice.
"You were only thinking of me, Miss." Yi Nuo lowered his gaze again.
The heartbeat under her palm seemed to quicken.
Jiang Qingli raised her hand, and Yi Nuo lowered his head, allowing her fingers to brush against his hair.
She stroked it gently and asked, "So, are you still going to participate in the capture of the Weaving Nightmare Beast?"
