What kind of umbrella was that?
The woman in Qingyi stared blankly at the light-colored umbrella surface, with quiet embroidered pear blossoms subtly coming into view.
Muyu Peak always used pear blossoms as umbrella ornaments as well.
And for the first time, the woman in Qingyi realized that pear blossoms not only incite admiration but also look so beautiful.
"Miss, are you alright?" Xu Chang'an handed over the umbrella and, with a touch of spiritual power, instantly dried her soaked clothes, then met her eyes, shimmering with the essence of water.
"Miss, Miss?" The woman in Qingyi was pale as she slowly took the umbrella, still unsorted, with her eyes seemingly coated in mist. She murmured, "Were you... calling me?"
"Yes." Xu Chang'an nodded.
He felt somewhat helpless at the moment.
If not calling her, then who else would he be calling?
