Deng Shiqian always feels like he is being followed recently.
When going on a blind date, while working, while eating, while taking a taxi, while watching a movie... There is always a gaze that bites his back.
Strangely enough, he didn't feel disgusted and didn't even have the courage to turn around and see who the owner of his gaze was.
Until it rained heavily, Deng Shiqian was trapped at the bus stop, and a slender white hand held an umbrella in vain and handed it to him.
For some reason, he immediately recognized this person as the owner of his gaze.
The girl's face was pale, her figure was thin, her black hair was dripping with water, and her beautiful and clear eyes were filled with scattered starlight. She seemed to be looking forward to it, but her lips moved slightly, as if she was nervous about wanting to speak.
Her broken hair was wet, but the umbrella was still dry.
She wanted to say something, but in the end all that was left was her eager gaze.
Deng Shiqian frowned, pursed his lower lip, opened the umbrella and handed it to her again, his tone distant and polite.
"Although I don't know why you followed me, it has brought a lot of inconvenience to my life. Please don't do it again."
The girl was stunned for a moment when she heard the words, lowered her eyebrows, and breathed out softly. "Really, I can't remember..."
She didn't take the umbrella, turned around and ran into the rain.
Why would you forget?
Obviously... That's how he handed the umbrella to her eight years ago...
Intention: If you love it, love it; if you don't love it, we will break up.
