Rong Hua felt that although this girl was here to see Cui Mingshi, there wasn't a trace of affection in her eyes, which was quite good.
He didn't know what she had gone through in the past half year, but it must have been good.
On her bicycle, Jiang Mingyue sensed the gathering dark clouds above her, seeing that heavy rain was imminent, she increased her speed.
But she still didn't make it home before the rain started.
Under the eaves of some house, Jiang Mingyue's bicycle leaned against the wall, just enough to shelter her from the rain.
Luckily there was no wind.
After a while, water dripped from the tile groove, and she instinctively reached out her pale hand.
When her palm turned cold, Jiang Mingyue curled up, suddenly realizing what she was doing.
This was the first time; she couldn't help it. She was sure it wasn't the original host controlling this but some sort of instinct, something deeply rooted in the original host's memory.
