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Trigger Warning: some violence (slapping, forceful kissing, punching, name-calling, cursing) portrayed in the story. Consider this your warning.

Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by pumpkingirl920

The sky lights up again. A few seconds later, a clap of thunder rumbles.

Then, big raindrops start falling.

“It's way past five. Why do you want me to pick her up? You should've arranged for someone to pick he up a while ago!” Han Qilu's face is filled with disdain.

Jiang Yuan is fuming. Her silence is eerie. “I was about to arrange for someone to pick her up and not have you do it. But now, I'm instructing you."

“What?!” Originally, he didn't intend to join in his wife's humor but Han Liuhai is shocked. He jumps up from the sofa and says, “She certainly did not bring an umbrella. Why didn't you send someone to pick her up?"

“Oh, I thought Qilu should go!” Jiang Yuan regrets not telling her son sooner. Han Qilu immediately turns around and runs out in the rain.

Han takes big steps to the hall, through the long stone road, and into the garage. It takes as long as half a minute, and from the garage to the door, another three or four minutes.

In a flash, Han Qilu's car engine launches. He disappears at the end of the long stone road.

This rain is not that heavy. However, three or four meters away from the place, the weather has been unclear.

“I hope the child is quietly in the cla.s.sroom waiting for for us to send someone to pick her up.” Liu Hai looks at the dark vast sky, softly praying.

Jiang Yuan quietly hugs Liuhai from behind. Wrinkling her brow, she asks, “What do you mean?"

Han Liuhai turns around and wraps his arm around his wife’s shoulder. “The child may not want to give us trouble, so will choose to come back by herself. This rain is heavy. If that's the case, she will certainly be cold!"

Palms together, Jiang Yuan earnestly prays, “Rain, please stop. Do not let our An Chuxia get caught in the rain."

***

On the other side of town, An Chuxia bids farewell to the few students she was with in school. There is no car to pick her up. She stands for a while, waiting. But when a few streaks of lightning appear in the gloomy sky, she ponders.

She can either leave now or be like a chicken and wait in the shed.

Originally, she wanted to make a phone call and ask Jiang Yuan for a ride but her cell phone is not in her bag and is left in the cla.s.sroom. She doesn't have the heart and wouldn't want to trouble the Han family, so she decides to limp back to the Han mansion instead.

On the road, a cla.s.smate offers her a ride home but she is afraid of being found out that she is residing at the Han property so she politely apologizes and rejects the offer.

Now she braves the hard rain and she has to move forward. Looking ahead, she feels confused and frustrated.

She actually forgets about Qilu… .

She looks ahead at the fork in the road. She can't remember which path leads home. Unable to think as the rain gets heavier and heavier, she chooses the road on the left.

Despite deliberately walking along the roadside and s.h.i.+elding herself under the rooftop eaves, she is still being poured on.

In order to keep her books from getting wet, she takes off her coat and covers the books as she walks. Because of her sprain, walking has become an inconvenience. But for now, she's away from Stein College.

But where is she?

Farther and farther, the houses gradually become scarce. After some time, she finds herself in front of a cemetery.

Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by lhie

Editor Note: ***Hydroplaning or aquaplaning happens when the tires of a vehicle lose traction on a wet roadway, causing the car to drift like a sled until the wheels gain traction again.

Despite being an atheist, she'd be lying if she didn't admit she's afraid. She's afraid as she looks at the desolate place large enough to be filled with tombstones of the graveyard.

Now she's truly lost. She suddenly feels cold sweat roll down her back.

Han Qilu races his car. Due to the weather, there aren’t many vehicles on the road. He isn't afraid of hydroplaning in the heavy rain.

He arrives at Stein College and is told An Chuxia has long since gone. Han Qilu runs out into the rain and into the teaching building and into the security room. Several security officers armed with reading gla.s.ses read the late newspaper.

“Have you see a girl with long but not very beautiful hair, leave Stein College?” Han Qilu doesn't take the time to breathe as he asks the security officers.

The security officers look at each other. “Arent't you… young master Han?"

“I asked you, have you seen her?!” Although his tone was friendly, none of the security officers dare to speak. Everyone knows he and his father are the directors of Stein College.

One of the older security officers replies, “Not only is there one beautiful girl in Stein; not five hundred. There are a thousand. Why do you want to find only one?"

This range isn't really the point, Han Qilu frowns as he thinks of An Chuxia's characteristics. “She is not only not beautiful, but did she also stay?"

The security officer shakes his head. “I still do not know which one you are looking for, but just as it rained, very beautiful female student limped with a book and went her way. She didn't take a shuttle home. Will you need help finding her?"

Limping.

Han Qilu suddenly thought of her in the room when he suddenly turned around and ran into the rain.

Is she really hurt? Obviously, she knew it was going to rain. But clearly she won't be waiting in the cla.s.sroom!

He drives the way back home a few times but he doesn't find An Chuxia . He makes a phone call and asks the wait staff if An Chuxia knows the road home. Maybe she can't find her way back and is so lost.

Once again, pa.s.sing a fork, he subconsciously thinks An Chuxia may take the first road on the left. Once again, he throttles toward the first road.

***

A huge burial ground sobers people up… a lot.

It is the kind of fear that forces a person to turn around and hurry back. Unfortunately, An Chuxia steps on a deep puddle and accidentally slips to the ground.

The worst is… she couldn't get back up. Now she sings, “Foot injury is the pain of breathing, it left in the blood to scroll back and forth."

She looks up at the sky. Dense raindrops tirelessly fall and drip down onto her face.

She's now numb to the rain. This feeling, it doesn't seem bad. If she dies, wouldn't she see her mother again?

“Are you planning to die here?"

A pleasant male voice calls out to her. She can not help but have a layer of gooseb.u.mps tickle her skin. She tries to open her eyes to see him but the lights blind her.

She doesn't recall when the blue sports car stops in front of her. The wipers keep swiping. She peers through the gla.s.s, and she sees Han Qilu sitting inside.

How can this man appear at her most embarra.s.sing moment?