There has been an unusually high amount of rain in the north this year. Throughout September, Chunlin City has experienced heavy rains from time to time, and the drizzle has also been continuous, making people feel a little unhappy.
It was a night with thunder, lightning, wind and rain. Although it was just past nine o'clock, there were fewer and fewer vehicles on the road. The occasional pedestrians were holding umbrellas, holding their clothes tightly, and rushing home.
Under the heavy rain curtain, in an abandoned telephone booth in the suburbs, a figure wearing a black windbreaker, covering himself tightly with a hat and a mask, was talking to someone on the phone.
She was thin, as if a gust of wind and rain outside the pavilion could blow her down, and her eyes, looking closely, revealed despair and confusion.
"You still can't make up your mind? Do you really have to wait until... Are you willing?"
"If you don't make up your mind... it will be too late..."
Raindrops as big as beans hit the roof of the telephone booth, and the voice from the microphone came intermittently.
The woman in the windbreaker tightly grasped the microphone, which was peeling and looked worn and mottled, and her finger joints turned white.
Just like her face under the lightning at this moment, the paleness revealed despair, and a strong resentment rose slowly in the despair.
"good."
This one word seemed to contain some kind of desperate determination, as well as endless and overwhelming anger.
A flash of lightning and a loud 'boom' instantly split the sky, as if foreshadowing what was about to happen.
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At the same time, in a small cafe in the city, the young female owner at the cashier looked at the heavier rain outside the glass window, then turned back to look at the only table of guests in the corner and sighed softly.
It looks like that's all for business tonight.
Alas, the economy is getting worse and worse.
The female boss lazily leaned over the counter and closed her eyes to rest out of boredom.
In the corner, a man and two women stared at each other for a long time. Finally, a handsome man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a righteous and serious face broke the silence.
"Xiao Qiao, no matter what, Xiao Yan is Uncle Su and Aunt Su's biological daughter. She has suffered a lot outside for so many years, while you have enjoyed everything that should belong to her, superior material conditions, and the love of your parents. So I hope you can put aside your prejudices and treat her well with a peaceful and tolerant attitude, and don't treat her as an enemy who is trying to snatch your father's and mother's love from you."
The man's voice was gentle and his expression was sincere, and he did not give people an aggressive feeling.
At this moment, his expression was tinged with a hint of apology.
"As for me, I sincerely apologize to you. I made a mistake and thought you were Xiaoyan, who played with me when I was a child, so I..."
As if he was afraid of hurting the girl opposite him who was wearing a black dress, delicate makeup, and looked cold and noble, he paused for a long time before he sighed and continued:
"I'm sorry, I can only take back my confession, because the person I love is Xiaoyan. Since she was very young, I promised her that I would make her the most beautiful bride for me."
"This matter is my fault, not Xiaoyan's. If you want to hate someone, then hate me. Don't take your anger out on Xiaoyan. After all, she is still your sister now."
Su Qiao listened expressionlessly, but in fact, her mind was not on the man and woman opposite her at all.
She was a little anxious at the moment, so she stood up and interrupted the man's long speech: "Wait, I'll go to the bathroom first."
Tao Junhui was stunned for a moment, "Okay."
Su Qiao looked around with a cold gaze, and it only took him two seconds to find the location of the bathroom.