Lin Gantang entered the room with her letter completely soaked.
Aunt Zhong, seeing her dripping hair, quickly handed her a dry towel.
Lin Gantang casually wiped her hair and changed into a fresh set of clothes, before finding some paper and a pen, and with downcast eyes, she rewrote the love letter.
"Take this to him, and say it was found at the front door downstairs without getting wet," Lin Gantang handed it to Aunt Zhong.
Following behind Aunt Zhong, Lin Gantang saw a ray of light brighten Wen Yanqing's gloomy face as he took the letter. His features softened into a visible appreciation: "Thank you."
His spirits lifted, Lin Gantang showed a faint smile.
Wen Yanqing fondled the letter, carefully putting it back into place.
The rain continued to fall, showing no sign of letting up.
After Aunt Zhong left, Wen Yanqing walked to the window and opened it halfway, letting the moist rain blow in, falling on his face and fluttering against his clothes.
