On a rainy day, there were not many people on the construction site, and none of the workers started working. There were only a few people walking around.

They all recognized Qiao Muyuan and would take the initiative to say hello to her.

Qiao Muyuan also smiled and greeted them.

It rained today and was a bit cold. She wore a sky blue shirt and jeans, a small white cardigan, and a pair of simple casual shoes.

Carrying her shoulder bag, she walked into the first floor of the art museum under construction, put away her umbrella, and walked along the empty rough space. It was quiet everywhere except for her own footsteps.

Hiding under the cement wall, she didn't feel lonely.

Finding a worker's stool, she sat down, opened her notebook and folder, and drew circles with a pen.

The heartbeat rate is faster than usual.

When Qiao Muyuan was tired from painting, she would look up at the rain curtain outside the cement wall. It was still raining, very hard, and her pupils were all white and hazy.

She sat in the rough layer surrounded by the wind and drew the design draft. When encountering uncertain sizes, she would hold an umbrella and go out to measure.

This is really a hard job. She could have chosen interior design, but she still did not choose ease.

It was difficult to hold an umbrella with one hand, so she simply put on a raincoat and stood in the rain to measure.

The hat easily blocked her vision. She moved the hat back a little. Her hair was wet, but her vision was good.

Surveying, surveying, painting...

She squatted on the empty dirt ground, probably for too long. When she suddenly stood up, she felt dizzy and fell backwards.

The rain poured on her body, which made her feel very painful.

She fell into the muddy water, her lips turning pale instantly.

The raincoat was wrinkled and messy with mud, and her hair and hands were covered in gray-black mud.

Dirty, like a kitten stuck in the mud.

When had she ever been so embarrassed?

But she was unable to get up and fell in the rain without moving for a long time.

Suddenly, a pair of generous hands came over, and the long white fingers came close to her dirty little hands. Rain fell on the back of his hands and the cuffs of his white shirt.

The man pushed the wheelchair over, and the assistant beside him held an umbrella, but the umbrella fell over Qiao Muyuan's head, causing half of the man's shoulders to get wet.

There were water drops sliding down his thin and delicate chin, falling on his slender and wild neck, falling into his shirt, and disappearing.

Through the rain curtain, Qiao Muyuan opened his eyes with difficulty.

The man was not wearing a mask, and his elegant, cold and extremely handsome face appeared in front of her, like a dream.

Ji Changmu.

It's Ji Changmu.

She didn't hand her whole hand to him, but stretched out her dirty little finger and hooked his little finger.

In the desolate rain, the corners of her lips were curved upward.

The rain is cold, but his fingers are warm.

He is still alive, really still alive.

This is his temperature, strong and fresh.

Their little fingers were hooked in the rain, and their eyes were facing each other. Ji Changmu's eyes were as deep as night, while Qiao Muyuan's eyes were filled with twinkling stars.

Ji Changmu took out a white square towel from his shirt pocket and wiped the mud on her hands.

The assistant pulled Qiao Muyuan up while holding an umbrella, and the little girl shook off the obstructive and dirty raincoat.

She accidentally lost her footing and tripped when throwing the raincoat out, falling forward on top of Ji Changmu.
Chapter completed!