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With a sigh, he got up and rushed into the bathroom. Under the shower, he splashed cold water onto his body. It was as if he was in the shower with her.

Suddenly, he heard the phone on the bed ring. It was still that ancient waltz, light and lingering. It reminded him of that kiss in the suburbs. That was her first kiss, right?

The music stopped after a single ring. Who made the wrong call? He was still rushing towards the cold water, experiencing the refreshing feeling brought to his body by the ice-cold water's warmth.

He walked out of the bathroom naked and looked at himself in the mirror on the wardrobe. He had a slender waist and ample buttocks, and the hair on his chest was curling up arrogantly.

Jing, he doesn't want it.

That woman had hurt him, and he had paid her back, as if they owed each other nothing.

But now, suddenly, he wanted her.

He had the urge to grab a shirt and put it on, but then he gave up. After persisting for so long without seeing her, how could he find her right after the performance at night?

He slumped back onto the bed and looked at his phone in boredom. He didn't know who called the wrong number just now, but it had been hung up so quickly.

A string of numbers appeared before his eyes, familiar and unfamiliar, familiar because he had never made the call he had given Yinyin.

She had never called him, and he had never called her.

It was a long conversation, but it was true. They had never spoken to each other on the phone.

Strange, why did she call and hang up? Why was it only two seconds?

His heart suddenly palpitated. Something couldn't have happened to him, right?

A bad feeling came over him. He quickly put on a pair of pants and rushed into the garage as fast as he could. He no longer wanted to restrain his heart.

The moment the car rang out, his tightened heart relaxed. It turned out that he had already been waiting for this moment for a long time.

The streets in the rain, full of water, rain slanted long in front of the lights down, eyes, apart from rain, also rain. In his heart, besides anxiety, it was also urgency.

The rain was blowing gently on the glass, making people's heart race even more.

That familiar road made his heart ache. Many nights, he had unknowingly driven his car into that street, slowly drove past her in front of her door, and then slowly disappeared into the street.

That childish attitude often made him laugh, but he was also scared. His heart had never been given to anyone, it was too precious. Once it was lost, it would be too painful. That feeling, he was afraid. Thus, he avoided meeting her for fear of losing her.

He had arrived. He held up the umbrella as he rushed towards the pavilion. Halfway there, he was stopped by the metal door blocking his way. Once the door was locked, he was unable to go up.

The night had turned even darker. The umbrella could not withstand the raging rain either. The corner of his pants and sleeves had been drenched halfway, yet he still looked around for a way to get to the attic.

But there was no other way out except for the stairs.

He hoarsely called Yinyin's name for a long time, but no one answered.

His heart was even more flustered. He shouldn't be so ruthless. Even after the rain, he still wouldn't open the door even after calling for so long. Yinyin, something must have happened to her.

Step down the half-way up the stairs and find the landlord, that's the only way.

However, the door of the landlord's house was also locked, and no one answered his call. He was forced to jump over the iron fence and enter the house. He was not a gentleman from the Liang Household, he was just worried about Yinyin.

The door to the house was locked. It seemed like his grandfather wasn't around either, so he went to his relatives' house.

Even if someone had come to unlock the gate in such a heavy rain, he would have to wait a long time for reinforcements to arrive. However, he couldn't wait any longer.

There was a drainpipe on the side near the stairs, and before he could think about it, Ke Zhengwei had left his umbrella outside the door, climbed up the drainpipe, and passed through the iron gate of the attic stairs. He carefully held the pipe in one hand and reached to the banister of the stairs with the other.

On the platform, the tea flowers were dancing in the wind, and the rain was getting heavier. He pushed open the door and found it unlocked. He was secretly delighted, but worried that he might be confused.

He carefully pushed the door open and entered. The room was silent.

Yinyin was lying on the light blue bed. Her face could not be seen. She was still asleep, completely unaware of his arrival.

Was he being paranoid? Was Yinyin all right?

He gently walked to the bedside and squatted down. He was still much taller than the bed and stared at her. Although he couldn't see her face, she was mumbling something in a low voice. It sounded like she was in a nightmare.

After slowly adapting to the darkness of the room, he saw that her face was as red as an apple.

He rubbed his hands together and blew on them. The cold, rain-soaked skin had yet to warm up. The tip of his tongue tried to warm his hands.

He gently placed it on Yinyin's forehead, who was in a deep slumber. A scorching wave of heat assaulted him, making him feel apprehensive. No wonder he couldn't sleep soundly. He must have been drenched in the rain and had caught the cold.

He turned on the small light. The person on the bed was still asleep or unconscious. He could not tell what it was.

She was still unconscious as she rummaged through the room for her keys, blanket, and umbrella.

Her heart ached so much that it felt like it was about to burst. She pounded her chest. It was the rain, and it must have hurt her even more.

The soft blanket wrapped around her, holding her in his arms, and through the sheets, hoping that his wet clothes would not get wet.

He opened the door, took her in one arm, held the umbrella in the other, and placed her in the back seat, her breath warm on his arm.

The sleeping Yinyin throbbed like a baby and smiled. She was unaware of her own situation.

He drove to his villa. Since Yinyin didn't like the hospital, he didn't want to go there. There was his personal doctor in the villa, but he was due to be on the night shift.

Red light flashed. As he drove, he paid attention to the sleeping Yinyin. His eyes were filled with gentleness.

After a night of fierce winds, the grass bent, the flowers shattered, and the trees snapped. Only the greenery was more abundant.

Flipping through the wardrobe, he caught a glimpse of a pair of pale blue t-shirt and jeans, calmly putting them on, languidly looking like a new century prince on a visit to Weibo, but with a hint of a smile on his face.

After an entire night of infusion and sleep, Yinyin's fever had already subsided.

Di Kang said that Yinyin was about to wake up. Luckily, he had saved her in time, otherwise the consequences would have been disastrous.

He opened the drawer and took out a brooch. It was a very cute rabbit, snow-white in color and lovable in nature. He had bought this brooch for a long time and had kept it for a long time. Now, it was time to give it to her.