Sang Nanfeng noticed his younger brother's intention to approach, but at this moment, as if unable to concern himself with the questioning that would follow, he called out to the woman in the rain.
"Ah He, why are you sitting there motionless for so long? Come take shelter from the rain."
Upon hearing Sang Nanfeng's voice, Meng Jiahe was certain that the figure standing motionless was Sang Qingran.
She couldn't describe her feelings; such heavy rain was a reasonable excuse for others not to help her, and she could understand that, given they were not close.
But her heart felt as if it were pricked by many needles, as the rain washed away the two tears she had shed.
She had been sitting for so long, her strength had almost returned; her fingers touched the floor as she slowly tried to stand.
Suddenly, an umbrella shielded her from the rain overhead. Instinctively, she looked up to see an unfamiliar face, feeling momentarily disappointed.
