To be honest, she was very rude just now; someone braved the heavy rain to pick her up, and she treated them like that, showing no humanity whatsoever.
But she couldn't help it; she just couldn't control her wariness and aversion towards Lin Congzhi.
His hair was wet and his hairstyle was messy, but it couldn't hide the man's handsomeness at all.
Rainwater, under the influence of gravity, slid down the sharp edges of his hair, down to the tip of his chin.
The rainwater accumulated more and more, and finally, unable to bear the weight, it dripped down, wetting the white shirt on his chest.
Looking at this scene, Jiang Yimei finally focused her attention on the black suit jacket draped over her shoulders.
She took it off and touched it, only to find that it was already soaked.
The man's coat and underwear were soaked through, and he had no clothes to change into, so he was bound to catch a cold.
Suddenly, she felt a pang of sympathy for the man who was so attentive to her, so she couldn't help but take out a tissue from her bag, hand it to him, and softly asked, "Hey! Do you need to wipe yourself?"
After glancing at it, Lin Congzhi answered without hesitation, "Yes!"
Whether it was because the man she once had feelings for had unusually accepted her kindness, or because her guilty conscience had been redeemed, Jiang Yimei felt a little better.
However, when she thought Lin Congzhi would take the tissue from her hand, Lin Congzhi hesitated and did not move.
She frowned slightly and asked, puzzled, "Why don't you take it?"
Lin Congzhi answered cheerfully, her voice filled with innocence, her clear eyes seeming to hold a hint of sweetness: "Weren't you going to help me wipe it?"
Jiang Yimei immediately denied it: "I never said that."
Lin Congzhi opened her thin, red lips and sweetly retorted, "You're lying. You just said that."
Jiang Yimei's eyes flashed with anger as she retorted furiously, "Lin Congzhi, don't play word games with me. Do you want it or not?"
Lin Congzhi took it lightly and replied teasingly, "If you're willing to help me wipe it, I'll take it."
In other words, if you're not going to help him wipe it, then don't.
Jiang Yimei understood Lin Congzhi's meaning and thoughts, and immediately cursed: "Keep dreaming."
"laugh!"
Lin Congzhi couldn't help but chuckle again; he really had no way to deal with this girl.
...
When they reached a traffic light, Lin Congzhi stopped the car, then turned on his music player and started playing songs.
In an instant, a song that both of them were familiar with was played.
"The wind of July, the rain of August, I humbly love you from afar; you have not yet come, how dare I grow old, I will accompany you to the very end in the future..."
Hearing the familiar melody and lyrics, Jiang Yimei, who had just calmed down, immediately became furious and embarrassed: "Lin Congzhi, did you do this on purpose?"
Lin Congzhi pretended not to understand: "What's wrong? It's just a song."
Jiang Yimei shouted, "You know this is my wound, yet you still rub salt into it?"
Looking in the rearview mirror, Lin Congzhi saw Jiang Yimei looking furious. As if realizing he had done something wrong, he immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Then the song was switched immediately.
"...The reeds are lush and green, the white dew has not yet dried. The one I long for is on the water's edge. I trace my steps upstream to find her, but the path is difficult and steep. I follow the current downstream to find her, but she seems to be on a sandbar in the water..."
This is a poem from the poem "Jianjia"; and this poem was the one that Jiang Yimei, who used to sit behind him, liked to recite the most.
Back then, Jiang Yimei would recite this poem whenever she had free time; so much so that he could recite it from memory without having to memorize it.
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