Jiang Nuan was drenched by the heavy rain, her clothes were no barrier against it. The rainwater dripped down her hems, her eyes blurry from the mist, unable to clearly see the vehicles rushing by on the road.
Chang'an Street had only camphor trees planted along its sides, elsewhere were just beautiful flowers, and there wasn't a single place around the first bench in the square to shelter from the wind and rain. Jiang Nuan clutched a paper bag with a gift to her chest, anxiously looking around, hoping to see the person she was waiting for appear...
Ten minutes, half an hour, an hour... The heavy rain left her body freezing cold; even the paper bag carefully cradled in her arms got soaked, ruining the carefully crafted packaging. She bit her lip, standing in the rain, shivering with cold.
Why hasn't he come yet? Did something unexpected happen on the way?
