"Oh my, alright, alright, I get it. I’ll take this umbrella, you pay for it!"
Yan Weichi twirled the little oil-paper umbrella and hopped away into the distance. Shangguan Xi watched her retreating figure, then couldn't help but glance down at his own arm; a strange, hollow sense of loss welled up inside him.
Truth be told... he did not dislike her closeness. It was just... improper!
Chapter 22