Chapter 70: A Blurry Rainy Scene
Autumn in London quickly passed, and Kieu Ly entered the legendary depression season of Europe—winter. Her study program was no longer as light as the previous phase.
The sky hadn't seen a ray of sunshine in days. It was cold, dark, and rainy. Her schedule was packed with schoolwork, and she could no longer stomach the European food. When she cooked for herself, it was always the same few dishes using familiar ingredients.
Toan Phuong had also entered the national excellent student competition. Although Kieu Ly had full confidence in both his abilities and her own, she still felt nervous. For the first time in her life, her success or failure was dependent on someone else. It truly made her anxious.
She hoped Toan Phuong would succeed—not only to prove his own abilities but also to fulfill his family's expectations.
Spending too much time indoors also made Kieu Ly feel like she was on the verge of depression. She went out and bought a small potted plant to place by the window to brighten things up. She also started going to the library more frequently.
At the library, she met many fellow students from different countries. When they saw each other, they would simply exchange polite smiles and greetings in English, then go about their own work.
The library was impeccable—spacious and airy, filled with thousands of books and equipped with top-notch computers and ultra-fast internet, available 24/7.
During the week, whenever she had free time, Kieu Ly would head to the library. She noticed that one person often came at the same time and usually stayed later than she did. He quietly focused on his work, deeply engrossed in research, without paying attention to anyone else.
It was Dang Bang Anh—the fridge-like guy.
However, Kieu Ly had no reason to start a conversation with him, nor did she intend to get to know him.
That day, it rained like a waterfall. Kieu Ly stood on the steps, staring out at the rain, unsure of how she was going to get back to the dorm.
"For you."
A deep Northern Vietnamese male voice spoke, and it gave Kieu Ly a strangely familiar feeling. Living in a foreign land, just hearing Vietnamese made her feel happy—and even more so on such a gloomy, rainy afternoon.
Kieu Ly turned to look at the person handing her an umbrella. It was Dang Bang Anh—the one who always stayed late at the library.
After a brief hesitation, Kieu Ly reached out and took the umbrella:
"Thank you."
He smiled, then opened the other umbrella in his hand and silently stepped into the rainy blur.
Holding the umbrella in her hand, Kieu Ly suddenly felt that even a rainy day in London could have warm sunshine.