Chapter 103 She's Very Soft~

At this moment, a stronger gust of wind came, flipping her umbrella and messing up her hair, leaving her face wet.

Raindrops washed over her face, and on that excessively pale face were embedded a pair of unbelievably clear peach blossom eyes.

The rain was too heavy, and her eyelashes couldn't help trembling.

Finally, the man with the umbrella walked up to her.

At this moment, [the white carved gate was also opened by someone from inside].

She still couldn't see his face clearly, but she could hear his consistently cutting baritone voice.

"Aren't you capable? So proud, yet here you are in the middle of the night begging at my door. Really can't find it in me to respect you."

Heartless and indifferent, this was the man's usual attitude toward her.

When a man hates you, even your breathing seems like an error.

Her humble posture at this moment would only make him despise her more.

It didn't matter anymore.