Qingran ultimately didn't go to lunch with Ji Yanchen. When the two of them came out of the library, it had already stopped raining outside.
The ground was wet, and occasionally stepping on uneven spots would splash water. Qingran's white shoes feared water, so she spent most of the time looking at her feet while walking.
Ji Yanchen walked on the outside, the young man who usually walked with his head down, today, for a change, looked up attentively at the road.
Qingran softly discussed with Ji Yanchen where to go next.
Ji Yanchen's expression was somewhat bewildered. In all his seventeen years of life, he had never walked down the street like he did today.
For the first time in his life, he began to feel annoyed by his reclusive nature.
Qingran knew that if they were hoping for God Ji to suggest a place to eat lunch, they probably wouldn't get to eat before nightfall.