The rain fell harder.

Ethan was waiting for me outside.


"The road is slippery." He crouched down. "Let me carry you."

I climbed onto his back.

He really was quite thin, having been sick just recently.


But I truly didn't want to walk myself.

His back wasn't very warm either, with only a hint of warmth at the nape of his neck.


But I leaned on it anyway.

Perhaps because of our tacit cooperation these days, because he never asked "why" one extra time.

I couldn't help shedding a few tears.

He suddenly sighed: "It's not like no one loves you."

"Is it possible that I earned all that money just so when you married into the Koster family, you could live more comfortably?"

I jumped off his back at once.

"Hey, goal achieved, now you're pushing for an emotional feel?"

"Want me to soften up and back down?"

"Hmm..." Ethan touched his nose. "Busted."