In Qiushan's eyes, there was a continuous daze, the sound of light rain echoed in his ears, and a sudden spring breeze rose beside him.

Instinctively, he raised his hand, but it stopped midway, his Adam's apple moving a few times, yet he remained silent.

Xu Qingzhou spoke again, "Those who have been drenched in rain can't bear to see others get wet."

Qiushan stared intently, "Mister..."