She rushed downstairs, pushing through the crowd to Gu Shaocheng's side and grasped his hand, "Shaocheng, what are you doing? Standing here alone in the rain, what if you catch a cold?"
He stared at her, his heart aching like it was being sliced with a knife.
His gaze finally landed on her hand. He jerked it away forcefully, as if shaking off a venomous snake, his voice cold to the extreme, "Get away from me, don't touch me!"
Chenxing froze, unable to grasp his attitude instantly, she stuttered, "Shaocheng, what's wrong with you? Please, let's find shelter from the rain. You might catch a cold."
Gu Shaocheng sneered.
"Are you worried about me?"
Chenxing nodded seriously.
"Heh, you truly have a kind heart. Even at a time like this, you can still present those innocent eyes, express such concern, your acting skills... I truly admire."