Leng Sichen sat motionless on the sofa like a sculpture, yet inside his heart was a tumult of soldiers and horses, smoke of gunpowder filled the air.
No one could tell how much time had passed when a light rain started pattering outside the house.
The sound of rain striking the glass was so clear, as if each cold droplet was falling onto his heart.
He didn't know what was wrong with him; he was always at a loss when it came to her, unable to apply his usual rationality and strategy to her. If she was his nemesis, then he had no escape from this fate.
By the time he uncontrollably went to open the door, the rain outside poured heavily, and she was no longer there.
A sense of foreboding surged in his heart, and Leng Sichen's heart suddenly panicked, immediately dashing into the curtain of rain.
He didn't know what he hoped for, what he wanted to find; he just ran aimlessly, searching, as if only to search for the sake of searching...
