That which tolerates all, cannot tolerate itself.
He stood up, walking towards the master bedroom.
Upon entering the bedroom, Li Shi was surprised to find that the bedsheets had been changed. They used to be light blue, but now they've been switched to a light pink color.
The duvet and pillows were unchanged, still the ones used previously.
He didn't ask about it, not uttering a word. He nonchalantly walked to the window, drew the curtains and then turned on the ceiling light.
From the light switches, he turned around to exchange a three-second gaze with Chen Qiu Ye, who was lying sideways on the bed, and they both cracked a smile.
It's drizzling in the south.
Large dark clouds accumulate over the city, brewing for quite some time, turning the vapor into rain, and eventually begins to fall.
Tiny raindrops hit the window glass, creating a soft, melodic sound, like a gentle, percussive music.
These sounds of nature are purest, absolutely beautiful and soothing.
