It was a little surprising, but not unexpected. If it was Luo Qiu, he did seem like the kind of person who would do such a thing.
The moment she draped the still-warm coat over herself, Zhang Qingrui suddenly remembered something that had happened a long time ago.
It was a rainy day after school.
Because she did not want too many people to know about her family background, Zhang Qingrui had insisted that no one from her family pick her up from school. But one unexpected rainy day had left her deeply troubled.
It seemed to have happened just like this time. An umbrella had suddenly appeared over her head.
"Take it."
Luo Qiu had always been a man of few words. Even when only he and Zhang Qingrui had been in the classroom, she had been able to recognize his voice at once... Perhaps it was because he was so taciturn that whenever he spoke, he always left a deep impression.
She had instinctively wanted to say that she did not need it. Or perhaps she had thought that after giving her the umbrella, Luo Qiu would heroically say that he was a boy and was not afraid of a little rain, then pretend to be a hero and leave in the rain.
But that was not what happened... Luo Qiu had taken another umbrella from his schoolbag, nodded, and left beneath it, leaving Zhang Qingrui standing foolishly beneath the eaves with the umbrella in her hands.
It was the same this time.
The coat had been taken from Luo Qiu's backpack. He had not taken it off himself.
Zhang Qingrui could not help smiling. Her small hand lightly covered her lips, and she laughed just like that.
She smiled often as well—elegantly and generously, always making people