Qin Qingnan suddenly opened his eyes and looked out the window.
It's raining.
The night descended, after the thunder, the rain poured down relentlessly, the rain at the cusp of summer and autumn is still quite intense.
He suddenly sat up straight, suddenly worried, Lin Ziran doesn't like stormy nights, every time it thundered at night, she always needed to snuggle into his arms to sleep peacefully.
She said, it's not that she's afraid of the thunder, but that it's annoying; she likes quiet nights.
She likes rain too, but not the kind that comes so fiercely; she's fond of soft drizzle, the kind that nurtures silently.
She was always that kind of conflicted girl, with a fiery exterior and a touch of roguishness, yet within she's full of poetic elegance.
How will she fall asleep tonight without him?
Just then, Liang Weiwei knocked and walked in, "Director, it's raining outside, would you like me to arrange some dinner for you?"
