Zhou Zimu didn't have an umbrella in his car, and he hadn't expected to encounter this sudden mix of rain and snow.
He wasn't trying to do anything, he simply wanted to take a look at Jiang Yi.
Even if he said nothing and did nothing, just one glance at her would fill him with satisfaction.
There weren't many things that could make Zhou Zimu regret in his life, as he always had a clear goal, went straight to the point when doing things, and believed he could control everything he wanted.
But Jiang Yi became the regret of his life.
The raindrops mixed with hailstones hit his face, cold and painful.
His clothes were completely soaked through.
He couldn't see the figure inside clearly, but he still firmly believed that Jiang Yi's heart wouldn't be that cold.
A chill crept up his spine and enveloped his entire body, making him shiver.
Just as he felt Jiang Yi wouldn't come out, the front door opened.