43 020 Green Tassel enters the temple hall, the true Liang style_1

Jiang Fulai returned to find that Bai Lian was still squatting at the doorway.

She folded her umbrella and looked up lazily at the endless heavy rain. Her long hair was casually coiled at the back of her head with a simple wooden hairpin. The strands of hair by her forehead were dampened by the misty rain and gently fell across her pale cheeks.

Like a cat wandering in the rain, tentative, hesitant, lonely, unable to find its way home, accidentally intruding into an ink wash painting.

"You walk very slowly," Bai Lian said, looking up at him, her eyelashes dark and long, casting a faint shadow on her eyelids.

Jiang Fulai handed her phone back to her, took the umbrella and opened it, and said indifferently, "Took a glance at one of your less intelligent classmate's problems."

"Who?" Bai Lian stood up and walked with him outside; the training classes were full of top students from Xiangcheng Middle School.

There were none that lacked intelligence.