Huo Beijiang had not gone far from the division headquarters' grand entrance before he caught sight of a familiar figure ahead.
He was taken aback, standing still, his intense gaze like that of an eagle, landing on Nan Fei. That gaze warmed gradually from its initial indifference until it became scorching hot.
As if even the chilly early winter rain had turned warm.
Nan Fei, too, saw Huo Beijiang, and the disquiet in her heart settled at the sight of him. She tightened her grip on her umbrella handle and hastened her steps, dashing to Huo Beijiang. On tiptoes, she let go of the umbrella she was holding and stretched out her arms to wrap them proactively around his neck.
Huo Beijiang was stunned, as if struck by lightning, the hand holding the umbrella let go without him realizing, and the black umbrella fell to the ground.
The dense, cool rain that fell on the two of them added a hint of clinginess.
