A Day of Love: The President's Prey

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Haiyue was alone, sitting on the seat, looking through the glass at the dark sky outside the window.

It should...it's going to rain.

Just as he was thinking, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and heavy rain poured down from the sky in an instant. The bean-sized raindrops "cracked" the glass window, and quickly gathered countless numbers on the window glass facing outside. Large and small drops of water finally converge into small streams and flow to the ground. [

Recently, the weather in City X has really changed a lot, the sky is clear for a while, and it is pouring rain for a while, almost catching up with the speed of children changing their faces.

Due to the temperature difference between inside and outside, fog gradually gathered on the glass, blocking the line of sight.

Haiyue stretched out her hand and wrote on the glass covered with a thin white mist, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, and the place where the fingertips passed, showed one irregular figure after another. The scenery outside the window was in these figures. gradually became clear.

High-rise buildings, light boxes, billboards, passing vehicles, bus stops, pedestrians in a hurry... and Yun Yan, who was sitting directly on the ground with his head up in the rain, leaning against a public phone booth on the opposite road...

Yun Yan!How could he be there?

Haiyue's whole body tensed, and her breathing almost completely stopped at that moment.

The next second, she stood up with a "swish" and rushed out.

Without even looking at the traffic light, Haiyue ran directly to the public phone booth opposite.

The orderly order on the road was interrupted. In an instant, the sound of brakes, honking of horns, and the sound of drivers cursing sounded together, filling the entire street.

Haiyue ignored them, ran directly to the public phone booth, stood still in front of Du Yunyan, looked at his snow-white face, trembling body, inch by inch, and slowly squatted down at a very slow speed.

Du Yunyan, who was sitting with his back against the phone booth, was completely immersed in his own thoughts and did not move.

"Yunyan..." Haiyue called softly, and stretched out her hand, trying to help him brush off the rain-soaked hair that drooped on his forehead and almost covered his eyes.

Almost... Her hand was about to touch Yun Yan's forehead, but at that almost instant, Yun Yan's angry and decisive words that day appeared in Haiyue's mind, and her hand froze in mid-air middle.