The black skirt was elusive.
But...
All three times, the black skirt had appeared on a rainy day.
Luo Xin didn't know whether he had only managed to find the black skirt on rainy days...
Or whether the black skirt really only appeared when it rained.
He didn't know.
But no matter how you looked at it...
The odds of finding the black skirt were higher on rainy days.
That was certain.
Three times...
A hundred percent of the time.
In Luo Xin's mind, the owner of the black skirt had become a woman who liked rainy days.
Although he really couldn't understand it...
A skirt with a hem that dragged on the ground, and a rainy day with its damp ground and puddles...
The two just didn't seem like they belonged together.
Yet the owner of the black hem seemed not to care in the slightest whether it got ruined, walking along with effortless elegance.
And another thing...
Did she really like black skirts that much?
Every time they met,
she was wearing the same black skirt.
Although that made it easier for him to identify her...
Still...
He couldn't help feeling a little doubtful.
Luo Xin had a lot of questions about the owner of the black skirt.
And as their encounters increased, new questions kept piling up.
Luo Xin hoped he could see the true face of the owner of the black skirt before all these questions drove him crazy.
Hm?
Luo Xin spotted the child in a yellow duck raincoat, toddling toward the other side of the road almost as soon as she appeared.
After all, lately he'd been trying to catch even the faintest trace of the black skirt, and he was used to keeping his eyes peeled and ears