Take a look. His tall built towering you as he hold the jiusan over your head to shield you from the rain—It's not a heavy rain, but still drenching.

"It's raining," he said as if it wasn't the most obvious thing ever. He's just there, expressionless, "you'll get sick."

And so he just stood there, making sure you're not getting any drops of rain on you. He's cold but hey, atleast he's being nice.