Capital City.
A handsome young man stood at the city gate, waving a green fan.
White robes and black hair fluttered freely.
He cut a spirited, dashing figure, with a heroic air about his brows.
Tall and elegantly built, he wore clothes of fine ice-blue silk.
A white silk sash encircled his waist, and a longsword hung at his side. He looked like a tree carved from jade.
Jing Yu checked his reflection in a mirror from time to time.
Damn, I'm so handsome I could die! Let's see them look down on this young master now.
Yet no matter how long he waited, there was no sign of Li Ping'an's party. Judging by the distance, they should have arrived.
Could something have happened along the way?
The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed. Just then, the previously clear sky suddenly filled with dark clouds.
Before long, a torrential downpour began.
People on the street hurried under the eaves, ducked into shops on either side, or ran home.
Soon, not a soul remained on the once-bustling street.
Only Jing Yu still stood where he was.
He gazed at the rain.
Perfect timing. When Li Ping'an and the others arrive...
I'll stand in the rain, with a faint smile curling my lips.
Even more handsome!
"Look at that idiot. Why's he standing out in the rain?"
On the inn's second floor.
Wang Yi looked out the window and couldn't help laughing.
The rain outside was heavy. Curious, the others gathered around for a look.
"Is he a fool?"
Aliya wasn't mocking him. Her voice held sympathy.
"How pitiful," Pang Jun said.
Zhao Ling'er said, "Why don't we take him an umbrella?"
"Perhaps something upsetting happened to him. Better let him have some peace."
Li Ping'an didn't turn around