Although it’s already autumn, the flowers in the Canal Flowerbeds still remain blossomed. There weren’t any large-scaled entertainment equipment, only the flowerbeds have formed into the only scenery here. As the autumn rain continued to fall, Lu Shimiao’s clothes were drenched, vaguely revealing her skin. As Su Tao stood before the windmill, looking at Lu Shimiao’s marvelous figure walking over, he felt grateful for the heavens pity to allow him to encounter such a peerless beauty.

With the hazy rain in Jiangnan, as a woman from Jiangnan, she also had a graceful figure.

Standing beside Su Tao, Lu Shimiao used a towel to wipe the sweat on her forehead as she sighed, “Are you really that heartless to watch me get drenched in the rain?”

Looking at Lu Shimiao, Su Tao chuckled, “Why do I feel that you’re enjoying the feeling of strolling in the rain?”

Lu Shimiao was slightly stunned, before she smiled. “I’ve liked rainy days since young. Whenever it rains at the orphanage, there would be a delicious soup prepared that still lingers in my m...