s he smoked, he could still smell the scent of Shen Yian lingering in his palm.Just now, he seemed off. He even wanted to kiss Shen Yian.He exhaled smoke, trying his best to calm down, but when he clo...After all, there isn't a single piece of clothing for a woman in the closet.

Aunt Mo let out a disapproving tsk and turned to walk toward the door. "Seems like I have to step in."

Xu Da opened his mouth to speak, but there was no one in sight.

Oh no, I think I said something wrong again.

......

The rain was getting heavier at this time, but Shen Yian didn't care about anything. She rummaged through the trash can like a crazy person.

This was already her third dumpster, but besides finding all sorts of smelly household trash, she hadn't found anything else.

At that moment, she saw at the bottom of the trash can a garbage bag identical to one from Song Lin's home.

Red border, pull-out style, so far she has only seen two with similar styles.

This has to be it!

Shen Yian reached out without thinking to grab the trash bag, but as soon as his hand touched it, he was pricked by something sharp inside.

"Oh!"

She screamed, raising her hand to find her palm cut open, blood streaming down.

Blood mingled with rainwater, sliding across the ground, quickly diluting everything.

She covered her wound and peeked inside. The things in the garbage bag had pierced through, revealing a broken glass figurine. It wasn't her high heels.

The pain left her numb. She stared at the endless rain, a sense of helplessness washing over her.

She didn't know what to do, what to do.

The whole person slumped to the ground, surrounded by stench. She glanced at it with a pale face and inexplicably remembered Song Lin's words.

My house doesn't need trash.

What's the difference between her and garbage now

Why does the world seem to despise her even though she hasn't done anything wrong

Thinking, Shen Yian lowered his head, letting the raindrops slide down his hair.

Moments later, the rain above seemed to stop. Shen Yian was stunned and looked up. An eight-pack abs hunk with an umbrella appeared over his head.

Get up.

I don't know if it was a hallucination, but she actually heard Song Lin's voice.

She was blinded by the rain and could only squint at the person slowly crouching down.

It's really Song Lin.

Song Lin glanced at her, his handsome brows furrowed slightly, then he tucked the umbrella into her uninjured hand. He then took a handkerchief from his pocket and lowered his head to wipe the wound on her palm.

"Sorry." Song Lin's voice wasn't loud, but it wasn't as cold as usual. Instead, it was unusually solemn.

"...."

Please note that the text "n mumbled.Song Rin found it a little amusing. When would he ever spend so much time talking about this kind of thing with someoneBut now the two of them were unconsciously talking into the night, even...