Jiang Wei didn't know that he was too tall to cause trouble.
Almond eyes, fair skin, always with a timid watery look when looking at people, but the ends of the eyes are raised upward, with a little tear stain, purity mixed with unconscious charm. This look, in the quagmire of Sixteenth Middle School, is the original sin.
It's another rainy day.
She was stuck in the back alley of the leaky equipment room, and the cold rain mixed with other people's spit and soaked through the thin school uniform. She crossed her arms and her teeth chattered. She couldn't tell whether it was cold or fear.
Until, the huge black umbrella, like a moving, silent dome, stopped above her head.
The rain suddenly stopped.
She looked up and first saw the hand holding the umbrella handle. The bones were clear and cold, the wrist bones were protruding, and she had the strength to keep strangers away. Following the hand up, there is a very handsome and cold face. His narrow eyes were lowered, scanning her messy appearance without emotion.
Zhou Jin.
This name, in Sixteenth Middle School, represents another kind of rule. He doesn't often appear in the crowd, but everyone knows that the car that follows him in and out of the school has a license plate number that even the principal would be polite to. The lighter he throws carelessly into the desk is enough to cover the expenses of an average student's family for half a year.
He didn't chase away the bullies, he just stood there, as if watching a play that had nothing to do with him. Until those people dispersed with guilty conscience.
Raindrops dripped down the edge of the umbrella, splashing water on the sides of his expensive shiny leather shoes. He took a step forward, and the umbrella tightly covered her, but half of his own shoulders were exposed to the rain.
"Cold?" He said, his voice colder than the rain.
