In the early summer downpour, Liang Lingwei sheltered under the eaves of a teahouse, eyeing the sweet rice porridge stall and secretly rising onto her tiptoes, all while pretending to be refined.
A man suddenly offered her an umbrella. Seeing how her eyes were glued to the porridge stall, Yun Hengyu went straight over, bought two bowls, and handed her one. She cradled the hot porridge under the umbrella, only then noticing that half his shoulder was soaked through. When she pointed it out, he merely told her gently to drink slowly so she wouldn’t burn herself.
Only later did she learn that the young gentleman who had held the umbrella and bought her porridge was Yun Hengyu, the newly appointed third-place candidate in the imperial examinations.
