The rain pattered incessantly, and the hem of the young woman’s skirt was gradually darkening with moisture. As the wind picked up, the young man tilted the octagonal oil-paper umbrella in his hand toward her, his face soft and features remarkably clear.
Jiang Cangyue looked at the man before her through her cloud-white veil, her eyes darkening for a moment.
Ji Yanxiao shouldn't have known she was at Gushan Temple today.
Chapter 105