After walking for a short while, the sky indeed darkened, and soon the rain began to fall in a drizzling sound, hitting the ground and making a soft, pattering noise.
She breathed a sigh of relief, opened her umbrella, and thought to herself that she had indeed made a wise decision.
Pedestrians hurried along the street, some rushing home, others taking shelter under the eaves of houses along the long street, waiting for the rain to stop.
It was at this moment that Fu Zhi saw Jiang Shaoxing.
He walked unhurriedly in the rain, dressed in blue robes against the backdrop of the evening rain, his features delicate and unassuming, like a refined ink painting.
Fu Zhi looked away.
She thought she had let go of this person.
But I never expected that when I saw him again, my heart would still ache.
She suddenly realized that since the wedding banquet that night, she had never seen Jiang Shaoxing wear that royal blue robe, or any brightly colored clothes. He usually wore colors like bamboo green, gray-blue, and gray-purple.
It was as if he had specially worn an appropriate outfit for the wedding banquet that day.
Realizing she was starting to think about him again, Fu Zhi angrily gripped the umbrella handle tightly.
She must be really sick.
That's true. If he weren't sick, who would like Jiang Shaoxing!
She thought to herself in despair.
Then, almost resignedly, he walked towards Jiang Shaoxing and handed him the umbrella.
“Auntie…” she bit her tongue and changed her words, “Madam Jiang said you have been frail since childhood. Here, take the umbrella and use it to go home.”
To shut Jiang Shaoxing up, she said very cautiously, "I didn't mean anything by it, I was just feeling kind!"
Before Jiang Shaoxing could answer, Fu Zhi shoved the umbrella into his hand. But as she turned to leave, she heard a clear male voice behind her: "Miss Fu, if you don't mind, you might as well come with me."
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