"Uncle…" Song Qian walked by Yun Xiangxiang's side. She mumbled in a volume only she could hear.
It rained unexpectedly just as the both of them left the vicinity of Guiyi Courtyard. They looked for a Chinese pavilion hastily to take shelter from the rain.
"I'll call Song Yao and have him send an umbrella here," Song Qian didn't expect it to rain so suddenly.
Yun Xiangxiang looked up at the sky that wasn't exactly gloomy, "It's just a shower. It won't last for long."
However, Song Qian had already made the phone call.
Yun Xiangxiang sat at the side of the pavilion's pillar. She turned her body to observe the raindrops that fell onto the surface of the pond to create circles of ripples.
"It's the young master," Song Qian exclaimed beside Yun Xiangxiang's ear just when she was engrossed in the scenery.
Yun Xiangxiang was mesmerized by what she saw when she raised her head.
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