——I don’t blame you.
——It was me and the can that were wrong.
Yun Xiang suddenly sat up, opened the drawer of her desk and took out her diary.
The moment he opened the diary, Cheng Che's photo fell into his palm.
Yun Xiang tilted her head and held up the photo in her hand. Cheng Che had strong features, thick eyebrows, and deep eye sockets. There was an indescribable unruliness in his expression.
Yun Xiang curled his lips and whispered, "So cool, Cheng Che..."
Ding——the phone suddenly rang.
Yun Xiang was so engrossed in the photo that she was startled by the ringing of her phone. Guiltily, she put the photo back into her diary. She had stolen Cheng Che's photo; it was her secret. She would keep it hidden for the rest of her life.
Yun wanted to grab his phone, it was a typhoon warning sent by the weather software.
Typhoon Meihua will make landfall in Shenyang at 2:00 AM. Residents are advised to keep doors and windows closed and refrain from going out. If you have any safety concerns, please call...
Yun wanted to look out the window. The tree in the yard was bent by the wind. Its branches slapped against the wall and sometimes against her window.
The sound of the wind whistled and came into my ears through the gaps in the window, like someone wailing.
Yun Xiang couldn't help rubbing his arms, put away the diary, and quickly got into bed.
Yun wanted to cover herself with the quilt. She turned on her cell phone, clicked on Cheng Xiao's chat box and sent a message.
Yun Xiang: Uncle Cheng, if you go out to rescue, remember to be safe.
Boom——
Upstairs, Cheng Che squatted in front of the can, his brows furrowed as he pointed at it and asked, "Don't get close to the pretty sister anymore, got it?"
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