Chapter 315: Encounter with an Assassin

The moderate rain during the day turned into a drizzle as evening came.

Actually, Luo Ziling had become indifferent to whether it rained or not; he even began to like rainy days.

The two shared an umbrella, strolling through the streets in the drizzle.

Below the umbrella, an intimately enclosed world of two, blocking the glances of others.

With his arm around Yang Qingyin's shoulders, wandering in the light rain, Luo Ziling felt a kind of romance that was indescribable in words.

Drizzle and twilight had always been the poets' romantic musings, something both Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin could only feel within the lines of literature before. But today, beneath the umbrella, they truly felt that tenderness and romance.