The rain brought a chill, and as the car navigated through the downpour, the glass quickly fogged up with a layer of mist.
She lifted her hand, recalling a habit she held dear for many years—she liked writing his name on the window.
And this time, just the same, she lifted her hand...
She missed him, terribly.
She wrote his name but not her own, silently gazing at the characters "Shen Chi."
Gradually, drops of water began to slide down, blurring the letters.
When she arrived at the Waterside Pavilion amidst a heavy rain, she burst out of the taxi and dashed out.
She hurriedly sought shelter under the eaves of the Waterside Pavilion, stamping her feet.
She felt damp, which was secondary—what she really felt was cold.
"Fourth Young Madam, why have you returned?" A young maid came over, looking somewhat surprised.
"I'm staying for a few days," Xu Chaomu replied lightly.
"Fourth Young Madam, this way, please. I'll get you changed."
