Just as she reached the intersection, the raindrops began to fall.
However, they were tiny.
Feng Qingxue put on her raincoat and continued walking. After two or three miles, the raindrops started to grow larger and fell more closely together.
Just when she was getting worried, she finally saw the figure of Chen Xueniang riding a bicycle in her line of vision.
"Sister Xueniang, stop! Quickly, stop!" Feng Qingxue shouted, hurrying forward, and when Chen Xueniang stepped off her bicycle, she draped the raincoat and bamboo hat over her. Summer clothes were thin and when wet, they clung to the skin, revealing curves. Unexpectedly, Chen Xueniang, although already in her forties, kept a figure as good as a young girl's. "It's raining, don't get wet and catch a chill."
Chen Xueniang, with one hand on her bicycle and the other touching the hedgehog-like raincoat, felt warmed in her heart.
"Thank you, Qingxue, for coming all the way to meet me."