After starting high school, I was taken in by the Xu Family.
The Xu family had a golden boy, Xu Ge, whom I secretly admired for three whole years.
But in Xu Ge’s heart, there was a perfect white moonlight.
The day his white moonlight went abroad, he sat red-eyed in a dim bar corridor for an entire night.
That night, the rain was pouring.
I left my only umbrella at the corner, then quietly slipped away.
Many years later, Xu Ge and I crossed paths again at a gathering.
I was there to pick up a friend who was dead drunk.
Through the smoky haze, a man in a gray hoodie nonchalantly pushed open the door, still surrounded by a flock of girls.
I watched for a moment, pretended not to recognize him, lowered my gaze, and left. Outside, the rain was pouring, and I stood at the door fretting.
Just then, an umbrella was handed to me from behind.
The hand holding it had a pale, strong wrist.
The man in the hoodie spoke softly: “Ruan He. “This umbrella of yours-you left it with me all those years ago.”
