The hour hand on the watch already pointed to nine o'clock.
Ya Tianxing walked in the rain, his steps still steady, but the pace was noticeably faster than usual.
A bit later than expected.
Mo Shangjun is a punctual person, and in a sense, Ya Tianxing is too, so neither of them had ever broken an appointment.
It's rare to be late, Ya Tianxing planned to send Mo Shangjun a message as soon as he stepped out, but unfortunately, Mo Shangjun didn't have a phone, nor could she receive his message, so Ya Tianxing had to give up.
The rain hit him, and Ya Tianxing seemed unaware, the black coat appearing more profound in the rain, as if it would merge into this endless dark night.
The rhythm kept steady until Ya Tianxing caught sight of a certain figure.
Ya Tianxing's steps paused abruptly.
Not far ahead, at the entrance of a small supermarket, stood two people.
A man and a woman.
