Immersed in her joy, Ai Xiaoya suddenly heard an incomparably familiar cry. She instinctively turned to look behind her, and endless sorrow flashed through her eyes.
The next moment, torrential rain suddenly poured down from the sky, falling over both of them.
Shen Qiao grabbed Ai Xiaoya's hand, preparing to run toward the convenience store by the roadside to take shelter from the rain.
But for some reason, he felt that Ai Xiaoya behind him did not really want to go with him.
As her pull grew heavier and heavier, Shen Qiao stopped where he was and looked back at Ai Xiaoya, who was already completely drenched.
Her once beautiful long hair had become disheveled. Shen Qiao said heartfully, "Xiaoxiao, you'll catch a cold if you stay in the rain. Let's hurry over there and take shelter."
"Shen Qiao."
Ai Xiaoya had originally been keeping her head lowered. After murmuring Shen Qiao's name, she slowly raised her head and said, "I like you."
"I know."
Shen Qiao smiled faintly.
"So... I... I don't think... I can go with you."
"Why? Wouldn't it be good for us to stay together?"
Shen Qiao was still smiling, without any emotional reaction to Ai Xiaoya's words.
What Ai Xiaoya said to Shen Qiao seemed not to be directed at Shen Qiao, but at herself.
And although the question of "why" came from the Shen Qiao in front of her, it was not Shen Qiao asking it. It was Ai Xiaoya herself asking.
Every sound around her was her own voice.
Her parents' love was all love she had imagined herself. She was loving herself, not them loving her.
So that was it...
The rain fell harder and harder.
Shen Qiao's question of "why" echoed through Xiao Lei's mind. She looked bitterly at the man