The rain that day was not heavy. Compared to the heavy rain in Changsha when they met last summer, it was not worth mentioning.
It’s just that the patter was so dense that it wet Jin Fu’s white face, his hair was pushed up to the top of his forehead impatiently by himself, exposing his forehead, and his shirt was stuck to his skin in the rain.
Embarrassed and anxious, but it also makes people unable to fail.
Standing in the congested traffic, Lucy waved and jumped and called him: “Finn! I’m here!”
Just a sound, Finn looked back suddenly, looking straight over.
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