What Do You Want?

For the day of discharge, one would not deem the weather good.

There was a light drizzle amidst the grey sky.

The droplets of rain were light and small. They were like a hazy cloud, engulfing the whole city in its embrace.

Shen Fanxing liked the rain for many reasons, ones she could not express.

Yet, seeing the tall and slender figure at the entrance of the hospital, another reason materialized clearly.

The rain landed on the car body, which stood mightily and elegantly in the middle of the rain's nebulosity.

Bo Jinchuan stood at a side with an umbrella in hand. His tall figure and striking features made him stand out even from afar.

With his air of elegance that emitted a kind of haughtiness, one could feel an invisible amount of stress.

"Ms Shen, your umbrella."

Yu Song gave her the umbrella that he was holding, which Shen Fanxing accepted after regaining her senses.