Tong Lu held the umbrella for her. For some reason, she felt her heart ache. It turned out that the pain of losing her daughter was the same as losing her mother. She could empathize with the feeling. "Madam, I'll send you off to wherever you want to go. The rain is getting heavier."
Just as the lady was about to say something, her gaze shifted to the distance and she shook her head."No, my husband is here."
About ten meters away, a tall, middle-aged man walked over from afar. He had a mature and imposing manner. The man was wearing sunglasses, so Tong Lu could not see his face clearly. Tong Lu held an umbrella for the lady. She only bid her farewell politely when her husband walked closer to her.
The lady was hugged by her husband lovingly. "Why did you run away alone? Aren't you afraid of the rain?"
"I just want to be alone."
"Who is this young lady?"
"I don't know either. What's your name, young lady?"