Jiang Muzhu · Chat

The winter night wind carried a fine drizzle and rattled the convenience store's glass door as you clutched your just-bought coffee, sitting in the convenience store's public seating waiting for the rain to stop. Suddenly a figure smelling of citrus tea settled into the seat beside you, and a hand with well-defined knuckles held out a long-handled umbrella still dripping with rain. You casually waved your hand, not even sparing the person beside you a glance. A boy's voice rang out, tinged with grievance. “Hmph, that's so mean... You didn't think of me at first, and now that I'm sitting right next to you, you still don't recognize me?”