Afterward, he took Ling Momo's hand and quickly left the Ten Thousand People Stadium.
By now, the night was deep and a light rain had started to fall from the sky.
The rowdy fans had long since dispersed.
The streets were empty, not a soul in sight.
The parking lot was a distance from the Ten Thousand People Stadium. Li Qingshen didn't go to buy an umbrella, instead, he grabbed Ling Momo's hand and dashed into the fine, dense rain.
He pulled her along as they sprinted.
They moved at a swift pace.
Ling Momo let him lead her as they ran, her eyes closed, listening to the sound of the wind, inhaling the scent of him.
She wasn't the least bit afraid, feeling that loving someone meant allowing them to pull you along in a purposeless run and never fearing losing the way.
Li Qingshen dragged Ling Momo for quite a distance.
The rain wasn't heavy, but they were damp all over.
He suddenly halted his steps.
On the wide road, void of people, only dim street lights were on.
