Standing, Qicheng looked deeply at Gu Qianmeng. His deep pupils did not move. Even if the rain ran into his eyelids, he did not blink. His cold needs her warmth.

The handsome face, which had been washed away by the rain before, was much less shiny, but still indifferent. Qicheng took her hand and gently wiped off the excess grease bit by bit, showing her true appearance, deep and somewhat moving eyes, and looked at her.

If it weren't for reality and slapped her in the face, maybe she would still be immersed in the whirlpool of memories.

But think about what Qicheng did...

This time, Gu Qianmeng's finger is...