So Jiang Xiachu didn't think too much and prepared to open the door for the visitor.
Fortunately, the rain was not heavy, and Lin Qingli's room was on the side of the yard. She ran to the door and there happened to be an eave to block the rain.
“Crunch—”
She took the lock off and gently opened the door.
After hanging the lock aside, Jiang Xiachu raised her eyes and looked at the person in front of her. After meeting those dark eyes, she froze.
It's him.
The man was very tall, with a few strands of hair wet by the rain, hanging messily in front of his forehead. He wore a white shirt that highlighted his perfect muscle lines. His cuffs were unbuttoned and rolled up to his forearms, revealing his veins.
He has sharp eyebrows, sharp eyes, strong facial features and a somewhat cold expression.
Lu Huaiyan, the man in her previous life, the man she broke off the engagement with in this life.
She was stunned for a moment, remembering that she had just proposed to cancel the engagement, and thought that this man was here to talk about marriage again, so she directly refused: "I..."
As a result, before she could finish the words, Lu Huaiyan interrupted her.
"My mother asked me to bring you some medicine? How's your face?" The man's voice was slightly hoarse. He lowered his eyes to look at her and spoke slowly.
Jiang Xiachu had originally pretended to refuse him and was about to close the door, but when he heard this, he stopped what he was doing.
Delivering medicine?
She raised her hand and touched the wound on her face.
The engagement has been called off, so why is it Lu Huaiyan's turn to deliver the medicine? What does this mean?
She raised her eyes and looked at the man in front of her. After she opened the door, he politely took a step back.
He stood in front of the door. The warm street lights in the alley were on, and the warm yellow light shone on him.
The rain was heavier than before. He seemed not to have predicted it would rain, so he did not hold an umbrella and walked in the rain. Now, raindrops were streaking on his white shirt. He had no expression on his face, making him look particularly cold.
Like the kind of person who can't even smile.
Jiang Xiachu took a deep breath, and his hands hidden behind his back subconsciously clenched the corner of his clothes.
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