The daily life of a crazy female supporting character trying to redeem herself.

Liang Qing answered, "Hello?"

The sound of thunder and rain came from the other end of the receiver, and Song Zhiji's voice was mixed in with it. He was barely able to make out what he was saying. He was speaking urgently: "Liang Qing, it's me, Zhiji. Where are you?"

Although Liang Qing found his question strange, she didn't have time to think about it and chose to tell the truth: "Me? I'm going to take the bus now."

He replied quickly, "Where are you exactly now?"

"Downstairs from my house."

I could hear his rapid breathing on the other end of the phone: "Okay, don't move, wait for me."

"Huh?" Liang Qing also realized something and looked around.

"I see you." Just as Song Zhiji's voice came through the receiver again, Liang Qing spotted a figure not far to her right.

He was holding a large umbrella, wearing a school uniform, and ran over through the puddles. A lot of rainwater was blown into the umbrella by the wind, soaking his clothes.

When he ran up to Liang Qing, Liang Qing quickly pulled him under the roof to shelter him from the rain.

Song Zhiji's shirt was slightly wet from the rain, but not too badly, though the cuffs of his trousers were soaked.

"Why are you running so fast in this heavy rain?" Liang Qing noticed that his hair and face were a little wet. After putting his umbrella away, she immediately took out a tissue from her bag.

She opened the tissue box, pulled out several tissues and held them in her hand. She handed one to him first, then bent down to wipe the rainwater off his arm and said, "You're all wet."

Song Zhiji breathed softly and explained, "I was afraid you would leave first, but luckily I made it in time."

He took the tissue and wiped the rain off his face, but didn't touch the hand Liang Qing was using to wipe him. Instead, he watched her delicate movements and smiled when she couldn't see him.

After wiping his hand, Liang Qing wiped his other hand as well. After she finished, she threw the used tissue into the trash can. When she came back, she remembered that Song Zhiji's house was far away. "By the way, what are you doing here?"

"Huh?" Song Zhiji stared at Liang Qing, lost in thought, and didn't react for a moment. He composed himself and said, "I was a little tired last night, so I found a hotel nearby to stay in. Seeing how heavy the rain was today, I felt it was a bit dangerous, so I came to pick you up."

Hearing this answer and looking at his wet clothes, Liang was touched: "You're such a kind person."

Song Zhiji chuckled softly, leaned down to meet her gaze, and gently tapped her forehead with her fingertip. "It's because you're good that you can see my goodness."

Liang Qing chuckled, "Why are you praising me now?"

“To tell you the truth,” Song Zhiji said, then after a few seconds, he repeated it seriously, “It’s the truth.”

After saying that, he quickly sat up, took the umbrella that Liang Qing had just put away and placed next to him, opened it again, glanced at the rain, and said, "Let's go, it's time to go to school."

Liang Qing nodded thoughtfully: "Okay."

The two walked towards the bus stop, each holding an umbrella. Song Zhiji walked on the side closest to the road, and he let Liang Qing walk a little ahead of him. Along the way, he was careful not to let the water splashed by passing vehicles or the puddles on the road wet Liang Qing.

Fortunately, the bus arrived just as the two of them reached the stop, so they didn't have to wait under their umbrellas in the pouring rain.

After swiping their cards, the two found a seat, and the car started moving shortly afterward.

"It's raining really hard today, and the thunder is quite frightening," Song Zhiji suddenly said.

"Yes, I was woken up by thunder this morning." Liang Qing looked out the window. The dim sky was briefly brightened by the appearance of lightning, followed by a deafening roar.

"I checked the weather forecast for the next seven days. Only today is expected to have thunderstorms. Although it will still rain tomorrow, there won't be any more thunderstorms." Song Zhiji scrolled through his phone, the page displaying the weather forecast for the next seven days.

After he finished speaking, seeing that Liang Qing did not respond, he looked up from his phone and looked at Liang Qing, who was staring out the window with a serious expression.

Song Zhiji immediately sat up straight, asking Liang Qing what had happened while moving closer to the window and following her gaze. Because the car was moving, he could only see a man and a woman struggling on the side of the road, but he couldn't make out who they were.

Song Zhiji asked Liang Qing, who had already looked away, "Do you know him?"

Liang Qing nodded reluctantly and told him, "That man is Yan Su."

Song Zhiji was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "What happened to him?"

Liang Qing shook his head and sighed, "I don't know either, but I just saw that girl slap him."

Song Zhiji responded softly after hearing this.

When the bus arrived at the next stop, he spoke again, his tone tinged with bitterness: "You seem to care a lot about Yan Su."

Liang Qing rested her elbow on the window, supporting her face. After thinking for a moment, she covered her face in annoyance: "I..."

She moved her hand away halfway through her sentence and continued apologetically, "You know I was very rude before. I just wanted to see if there was anything I could do for him to make up for the hurt I caused him."

Song Zhiji did not respond to her words. In fact, he was not concerned about Yan Su's affairs and did not want to delve into them. Therefore, he did not continue the conversation about Yan Su being slapped.

He was concerned about Liang Qing's attitude, so he asked, "So you've been trying to make it up to me these past few days?"

Upon hearing this, Liang Qing was startled. Meeting Song Zhiji's eyes, even though he appeared calm, Liang Qing could still see a hint of hurt in his shifty gaze.

Liang Qing nodded stiffly under his gaze, and Song Zhiji immediately turned his head away upon seeing this.

A bitter feeling spread through his heart. In fact, he had known all along, but he still couldn't help but have expectations. Liang Qing's nod was like a hammer swinging down and shattering his expectations.

But the next second, his distress was dispelled by Liang Qing's words. He heard her voice from behind him: "At first, I just wanted to do my best to make up for the hurt I caused you, but as time went by, we got along better and better, and I felt very happy."

She gently tugged at his sleeve, drawing his face to hers. Looking earnestly into his eyes, she took a breath: "You have a kind heart, even towards me, who once hurt you..."

Song Zhiji interrupted her: "Stop talking, the past is the past."

“No, listen to me,” Liang Qing said firmly. “Even though I am so despicable, you are willing to forgive me, help me, and even be my friend. I am truly moved.”

“So, Song Zhiji,” she called him by his full name again, which made Song Zhiji listen to her more attentively, “if you are willing, I would like to have some contact with you for the rest of my life.”

"A lifetime?" Song Zhiji coughed, his ears turning red.

“Yes,” Liang Qing leaned closer to him, “like now, let’s stay good friends. Don’t you want that?”