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April, rainy season.

One moment the sun was shining and the next it was overcast and raining cats and dogs.

Su Qing pushed open the glass door. A hot and humid wind blew over, causing her to feel stuffy and suffocated.

After a long while, she exhaled and began to move the flower pot outside the flower pot.

Opening the florist had always been her wish.

Last year, she finally got what she wanted. She opened up a florist in this quiet old street.

Before he could even move half a step, Su Qing's waist began to ache. After pressing his hand down, he stood up, and revealed a look of helplessness.

It looked like he had to hire a shop assistant.

A gust of strong wind blew away the balloon that had been thrown at the corner, and crazily swayed it around in the rain. Su Qing's gaze could not help but chase after it …

The balloon slammed into a telephone pole, the wires crackling with blue light.

Next to the telephone pole...

Someone?

Su Qing was startled for a moment, she pursed her lips, turned around and went back into the shop to grab a black umbrella and walked into the rain.

As she approached, her eyes flashed with amazement.

The man's hair was already soaked through by the rain, dripping wet in front of his forehead. His long and thick eyelashes were slightly lowered, and the labial valve was thin and sharp.

His body curled up as her hands hugged onto her knees, shivering, causing Su Qing to feel tender towards him. She thought of the pitiful black cat that had been abandoned by their master on the roadside.

black cat? Black suits this man.

Su Qing sighed in her heart, she extended her hand and placed the umbrella above his head, "Go to my shop and take shelter from the rain."

The man did not move or make a sound.

"If this goes on, you'll catch a cold." Su Qing reached out to pull his arm. The feeling of wetness caused her to feel a little numb in her heart. She didn't like this feeling.

The man still didn't move even after he forcefully pulled twice.

Su Qing frowned slightly and retracted her hand. With both hands holding onto the handle of the umbrella, she squatted in front of the man and looked up into his face. She was stunned for a moment before she smiled and said, "Isn't it impolite to treat the lady like this?"

The man's finger trembled, he raised his head, and his cold eyes pierced straight into Su Qing's eyes.

"F * ck off."

A cold chill came from Su Qing's heart and stiffened her four limbs. She opened her mouth, but in the end, was able to escape in panic.

Instinct told her that this man was too scary.

Just as she took two steps forward, the balloon that was attached to the telephone pole suddenly landed in front of her. Su Qing stopped in her tracks, turned around, and walked back to the man's side.

This time, she didn't force the man to speak.

She stubbornly held up her umbrella and stood beside him, shielding him from the rain.

Su Qing's body gradually became ice-cold, her clothes were drenched from the slanting rain, the pain on her waist became even more intense, as though someone was using a stick to beat her fiercely time and time again.

A taxi sped by, rain splashing in front of them.

The man suddenly raised his head and looked at her silently.

His eyes were less cold, his hazel pupils larger than the others, clean and simple, and there was a teardrop mark in the corner of his left eye that added to his charm.

Su Qing looked straight at him in a daze, as if she was the only one left in the world.

The man's eyes clearly reflected Su Qing's figure. He caressed his heart and muttered with a hint of confusion, "He jumped so fast, he was just like a living person."

The man slowly closed his eyes and sighed. "Who are you?"

"Su Qing."

"Who are you?"

"Su Qing."

The questions and answers were repeated more than ten times.

The rain had lessened, the dark clouds had dispersed, and the light was growing brighter.

She stood up, and pressed her head against the umbrella wall, causing Su Qing to quickly raise her hand.

"Allow me." The man took the umbrella handle from her hand and naturally wrapped his arm around her unsteady waist …

He turned his head to look at the man, only to see that his expression was very calm. His face was clearly imprinted in his pupils, very clear, very clear …

Su Qing's heart shook, and she hurriedly lowered her head.

The man swept a glance at her pink earlobes and smiled lightly. He leaned his umbrella towards her and followed her back to florist.