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Zhou Xufang didn’t know why he was upset. She stood still obediently and poked the umbrella towards him with a finger: “I’m already wet, it doesn’t matter. You’re delicate, you can’t get wet.”
Jiang Zhi snorted and stubbornly tilted the umbrella towards her.
Under the streetlight, Zhou Xufang looked at him. The rain battered down, leaving his hair flat, without his usual defiant air, he looked more youthful.
She felt he looked even more fragile and threw his ...
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