The strangeness of the Lucky Halo!

In the suburbs.

In a conference hall.

During the meeting's intermission, Wu Zeqing suddenly overheard the people beside her whispering while holding their cell phones. There were mentions of Weibo, Zhang Ye, poetry, and something about a request for leave?

She went online to check.

The poem "Rainy Alley" appeared before her eyes.

The colors of the lilac.

The fragrance of the lilac.

A girl who is…like the lilac?

She read this poem five times over before breaking out into a grin. A lot of people around her were stunned from reading this poem as well.

Her cell phone rang.

It was a call from her family.

"Zeqing."

"Dad."

"What time will you be back this afternoon?"

"4 or 5 PM."

"Alright, drive safe."

...

Noon.

Back at home.