Raindrops fell on Jiang Zhiyuan's face. His coat was drenched, and his hair was in a mess. In the shadows, he stared unblinkingly at Jiang se. Ever since she came out, he had been holding his breath and did not dare to breathe too loudly.
He knew that even if he coughed and breathed loudly, she might not notice him in the corner.
The theater was surrounded by a bustling Street. People were walking around with umbrellas in their hands. People were coming and going at the entrance of the theater. No one would notice him in the corner, but he was still afraid of alerting Jiang se. He was afraid that she would turn around and look at him with a strange and surprised expression.
The shadow cast by the light of the Billboard separated the darkness from light and shadow very clearly, making people not dare to take that step easily.
She was destined to be under the light, while he should live in the shadows.