Chapter 183 Love in the Rain, Lament of the Humble Grass



Soon, Wang Juan's "flying letter" reached "that girl's" hands.

She opened it and saw a few lines of writing in a flamboyant style: "That worthless weed already has an owner..."

The girl glanced at it, snorted, and then tore the note into pieces.

After evening self-study.

The light rain fell like silver threads, veiling the campus in a hazy mist.

Liu Feng walked slowly into the rain as if nothing had happened.

Feel the world, immerse yourself in it.

He walked alone on the campus path, wearing a dark coat, his hair slightly blown by the cool breeze.

Under the night sky.

Fine raindrops pattered gently on the ground like a beaded curtain, and no one noticed that the raindrops slid down an inch from his shoulder, splashing up tiny water droplets.

He looked down at the rain-soaked road, listened to the sound of raindrops, and his thoughts drifted away.

Just then.

A clear voice broke the silence: "Liu Feng!"

He looked back.

As the night deepened, a girl who surprised Liu Feng hurriedly chased after him from between the teaching buildings.

Her hair was wet from the rain, with a few strands clinging to her cheeks, which only added to her youthful charm, and her eyes were gentle and bright.

"Why didn't you bring an umbrella? Here, take this old umbrella and let it shelter you from the rain," the girl said, handing the umbrella to Liu Feng.

"No need, Zhu Shuang, I like walking in the rain. You should go back to your dorm." Liu Feng quickly waved his hand.

Zhu Shuang insisted on giving him the umbrella, saying with a smile, "Don't be stubborn, you'll catch a cold. Take it!"

After saying that, she shoved the umbrella into Liu Feng's hand, then turned and rushed into the rain, running towards the dormitory building.

Liu Feng paused for a moment, looking at the umbrella in his hand, a warm feeling welling up in his heart.

He quickly caught up with her, holding up the umbrella and shouting, "Zhu Shuang, wait for me, I'll take you home!"

The evening self-study session had just ended, and a unique atmosphere permeated the campus.

The lights from the teaching building shone through the windows into the rain, creating halos of light. Students came out one after another, some with umbrellas, some running in the rain, laughter and shouts rising and falling.

Liu Feng caught up with Zhu Shuang and walked with her under the umbrella.

Rainwater slid down the edge of the umbrella, forming a curtain of water that isolated them from the outside world.

In the quiet footsteps and occasional physical contact, a subtle awkwardness and shyness filled the space.

Zhu Shuang was behaving very demurely at this moment.

A short while later.

When they arrived at the girls' dormitory building, Zhu Shuang stopped, looked up at Liu Feng, and asked softly, "Did what I said today make you angry?"

Liu Feng remained silent, only offering a slight smile.

She turned around, opened her umbrella, and walked into the rain. Although the umbrella was a bit worn and one of its ribs was damaged, it was still clean and was obviously one that Zhu Shuang often used.

On his way home, he gave it a gentle shake, and instantly a bright light appeared, restoring the broken umbrella ribs to their original condition.

then.

He used cultivation techniques to refine the umbrella. After this process, the umbrella seemed to have been given a spiritual aura and was no longer a tattered, ordinary umbrella.

This was the only way Liu Feng could silently repay the girl's feelings, just as Wang Juan had said: "This lowly weed already has an owner..."

He sighed softly and walked away into the distance.

On the other side.

Zhu Shuang stood downstairs in the dormitory building, watching Liu Feng's disappearing figure. Liu Feng's last smile still echoed in her mind, and the faint fragrance emanating from him still lingered in her heart.

The rain was still falling on campus, and the streetlights shimmered softly in the rain.

A melodious song, seemingly transcending time and space, drifted forth:

A Poem on the Humble Grass.

A humble weed grows by a wild path, silently passing its years. Then one day, it suddenly encounters a kindred spirit, and claims it already has a master who cherishes it…

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