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But at this time, Han Xiaotu seemed to be unable to feel anything, sitting there still motionless, letting the rain wet her hair and clothes.

The rain quickly rolled down her cheeks, mixed with the hot tears that kept flowing from the corners of her eyes, and hit the ground drop by drop heavily.

As night fell, the outdoor temperature was already very low at this moment, and Han Xiaotu, who was drenched and continuously watered by the rain, had already started to tremble all over. The dilapidated heart is so ordinary, so painful, so deep.

Han Xiaotu was still sitting there persistently, but she no longer had any waiting in her heart, only desolation and remorse in her heart, she realized that all these pains were brought on by herself, because she never should, to the young master with hope.

On the other side, Nangong Zeye called Han Xiaotu soon after eating at Song Yina's house, but because Han Xiaotu's cell phone was automatically turned off, he couldn't get through at all.

Therefore, Nangong Zeye, who wanted to confirm whether Han Xiaotu had arrived home, immediately called Uncle Chen again.

"Little rabbit? She didn't come back after she went out excitedly a few hours ago. I'm also wondering. What time is it? Why hasn't this girl come back?"

Uncle Chen's answer made Nangong Ze's ambition suddenly sink.

Han Xiaotu hasn't come home yet, is she still at Hongyang Square?But now that it's raining so much outside, it shouldn't be possible for her to wait in place.

The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. Nangong Zeye, who was afraid of something unexpected happening to Han Xiaotu, finally found a reason to leave while his father was having tea and chatting with Uncle Song.

When Nangong Zeye called, Song Yina vaguely heard him mention Han Xiaotu's name, and then he left alone so impolitely, which made her feel a little dissatisfied.

Is it because of Han Xiaotu again?With that flustered expression...

I don't know how long I just sat there in the rain, Han Xiaotu suddenly found that there was no cold feeling from the rain on the top of his head, so he raised his head subconsciously to see if the rain had stopped.

However, what he saw when he raised his eyes was Nangong Sawan who was holding a black umbrella and looking at him sullenly.

"Han Xiaotu, are you an idiot? Why don't you go back under such heavy rain! I didn't answer your phone when I called you, did you see the text message I sent you?" Sitting blankly like a log in the rain, when Han Xiaotu let the rain drenched her completely, his handsome face immediately became cold and stiff.

Han Xiaotu, what the hell is she doing!

"Han Xiaotu, did you hear me talking to you?!" Seeing that Han Xiaotu was motionless, Nangong Zeye, who was worried about Han Xiaotu's illness, immediately became angry, and his tone was full of blame and anger.

At this time, Han Xiaotu, who had already lost her soul and was numb and unconscious, saw Nangong Zeye who suddenly appeared and scolded her head and face, all the depression and grievances in her heart burst out in an instant.

Han Xiaotu stood up from the stone bench all of a sudden, and stepped straight up. Because of the height of the stone bench, she could finally look at Nangong Zeye at the same level.

Han Xiaotu knocked down the obstructing umbrella in Nangong Zeye's hand. Under Nangong Zeye's surprised eyes, all the words she had buried in her heart poured out at once. Nangong Sawano's ear hit his heart heavily.