Chapter 117 Love is at Home

Amidst the constant curtain of rain, Sun Sanlu rode his tricycle, accompanied by the creaky sounds, slowly arriving under the bridge.

His entire body was drenched, sparse white hair sticking to his forehead, rainwater rolling down his gaunt cheeks, looking rather miserable.

He wiped his face with the damp towel around his neck, as if only then he could clearly see the scene under the bridge pier.

There he sat on the tricycle, one hand holding the towel, the other on the brake, looking slightly surprised, yet without much reaction.

His gaze swept over Shen Siyuan, then turned to Ma Hongxia, his aged cheeks finally squeezing out a smile.

At that moment, his murky eyes seemed to be lit up.

The one who normally emitted the aura of twilight seemed to brighten up once again.

"Look at you, all soaked, didn't think to find a place to hide from the rain."

Ma Hongxia took a dry towel and walked up, reaching out to help him wipe off.