Saving The Tragic Male Lead

Xiao Yan motioned everyone to bring the gift into the house, and Mother Li stepped aside.

Seeing the boxes and boxes of things being carried into the house, her mouth was half-opened. 

It didn’t take much time to have a very spacious main room on weekdays to have no extra place.

The servants put the things away and left in an orderly manner.

People came and went, and Xiao Yan always stood in the rain curtain under the steps. 

She only raised her eyes to look at the teenager in white standing there under the eaves on the steps.

The boy’s white clothes were like cold snow, his hair was black like black ink, his lips were light, and his eyes were clean. 

He looked like a life-size ink painting hanging under the eaves. And the surrounding scenery slowly blurred into the inconspicuous background color in the painting. 

In the whole world, only the rain screen in front of her and the boy standing opposite the rain screen was the clearest.

Mother Li didn’t know when the two were going to cause trouble, so she didn’t say anything, she just stood behind Ah Li and watched them.

When Xiao Yan’s eyes met those cold eyes, she lifted the hem of her clothes and threw it to her legs.

The hem of the clothes was wet by the rain and soaked in muddy water. The dark red color of the dress had turned into muddy black. 

When the hem was thrown away by the hand, there seemed to be a cracking “swoosh” sound.

After Xiao Yan knelt on her knees, she cupped her hands, and loudly said, “Xiao Yan is here today, using heaven and earth as proof, using rain as a matchmaker, sincerely asking to marry A’Li as her husband for this life.”

After Xiao Yan’s voice sounded, the sound of rain between heaven and earth slowly faded away, leaving only her clear and solemn voice.

Hearing her vow, Mother Li’s mouth was opened in shock, and her heart was quite moved. 

If A’Li was not standing in front of her, she would have almost gone down to help Xiao Yan get up and agree to the marriage on the spot.

What was A’Li thinking?

Hearing Xiao Yan’s words, A’Li’s eyes trembled slightly, and his heart swayed heavily. 

Looking at the woman kneeling in the rain with her back straight, his pupils shrank, and his expression flashed in disbelief.

He thought… He thought Xiao Yan would never kneel.

Besides, it’s raining today.

But she really came to ask for marriage today, as she promised yesterday, even if it rained, there was no change.

Mother Li murmured from behind him, “A’Yan, why don’t you come in and speak, don’t kneel in the rain.”

The rain covered her face along her long eyelashes, but Xiao Yan’s movements remained unchanged.

Her voice was still solemn, “Xiao Yan is here to ask A’Li to be her husband.”

A’Li looked at Xiao Yan, who was kneeling in the rain and was supposed to be extremely embarrassed, or humiliated… 

At least she should have the slightest reluctance, so that he could feel better in his heart, but her back straight, neither humble nor arrogant.

His heart seemed to be clenched by her hands, squeezed hard, and then slowly released it when he couldn’t breathe, and then squeezed maliciously again…

He couldn’t react because of the pain.

A’Li breathed a little and raised his chin slightly because his vision was blurred.

The right hand that was hanging by the side, covered in the sleeve trembled uncontrollably. 

The clenched fingers were still holding a piece of paper that had been written long ago.

Seeing Xiao Yan kneeling in the rain, tears slowly fell down his cheeks. 

A’Li raised his feet slowly and slowly walked down the steps to Xiao Yan who was kneeling on the ground.

A’Li’s delicate Adam’s apple rolled up and down slightly, if he could speak, he would definitely tell Xiao Yan in a bitter self-deprecating manner at this moment— 

You win.

Seeing A’Li coming down, Xiao Yan’s eyes trembled lightly. The rain wet A’Li’s hair, and pressed his clothes against his body.

“Go back.” Xiao Yan said, “Go back and stand under the eaves.”

A’Li didn’t listen, he walked directly toward Xiao Yan. 

(Translated by Beauty Brute)

With a self-deprecating grin, he stood in front of Xiao Yan and looked down at her. 

Rain dripped slowly down his brows and eyes. For a while, Xiao Yan couldn’t tell whether the water on his face was rain or tears.