"It seems I was just being self-indulgent, assuming we have a special connection!" Ji Chuan laughed.
"Who has a special connection with you! Let's go, we'll talk in the tent!" Yan Huan shot him a glare and started to walk away, holding the umbrella.
"Let me!" Ji Chuan reached out to grasp the umbrella handle, and as Yan Huan withdrew her hand, she felt his icy cold hand, devoid of any warmth.
"Your hand is so cold! How long have you been standing in the rain?" she asked in surprise.
"About twenty minutes or so?" Ji Chuan thought for a moment, then shook his head, "I don't quite remember!"
Yan Huan was shocked and slightly apologetic, "Why were you in such a hurry? Couldn't you find a place to shelter from the rain first?"
Ji Chuan silently thought: my time is limited, I just wanted to see you sooner.
