It was Lu Sheng who had come to find him, drenched, likely caught in the rain, her hair still not dry.
Zhou Qingrang stood there surprised for a moment, leaning on his crutch as he approached, "How long have you been waiting here?"
She was still squatting, looking up at him with misty eyes, "A very, very long time."
So pitiful.
Like a little animal that had been abandoned and soaked in the rain.
Zhou Qingrang didn't say anything else, his eyes softened in silence for a while before he finally said, "I'll take you to the hotel."
No, she didn't want to go to the hotel.
She didn't get up, and with slumped head, she said feebly, "My legs are numb, I can't get up."
Zhou Xufang was a straightforward iron lady, incapable of understanding the sly strategies of affection. Hearing Lu Sheng say her legs were numb, she was about to help, only to be stopped by Jiang Zhi as she stepped forward.
Jiang Zhi shook her head.
Zhou Xufang: "?"
