C426 Anger

The man was holding a black lacquered umbrella, and the rain fell on the surface of the umbrella and ran down it, dripping like strings of pearls on the surface of the umbrella. One of his finger bones was gripping the handle of the umbrella, and his features were more refined and careful than they had been in the south of the Yangtze River.

Lin Wanwan had been with him for a long time