When Zhou Ruo saw Xu Zimeng again, it was on a rainy night. He held an umbrella and looked at the newlywed couple on the other side of the road indifferently. The woman was petite and nestled in the man's arms. Her eyebrows were curved and tender, and his hands were holding the umbrella handle fiercely.
Xu Zimeng I don't owe you anymore
Concept: If you miss it, it will be invisible