I was walking on the stone road holding an oil-paper umbrella, and the raindrops were falling on the umbrella, like pearls and jade falling to the ground, splashing a layer of mist. Ji Heng suddenly looked up and saw Asheng walking down the stone steps in a light blue dress. The lanterns under the eaves of the street people reflected her jade-like face, her eyes were like stars, and her hair was like ink. Like a mountain elf flying down to earth, Ji Heng couldn't help but stop and quietly watched her walking towards him. This girl who has experienced the most severe hardships in the world has grown into the most beautiful person. Unconsciously, the umbrella in his hand had tilted to one side and fell to the side.
