The rain poured down incessantly for a full day and night, showing no signs of stopping. The relentless patter seemed determined to leave the world in dusky gloom, breeding an inexplicable heaviness in one's heart.
Su Wenyue felt her preparations had been inadequate; she couldn't believe she had forgotten to bring Han Yu a raincoat. This rain in the dead of winter could easily lead to illness. Even the sturdy men of the military camp might not withstand the chill, especially with the dampness in the mountain forest. And now, she couldn't deliver anything, not because it was too far, but for fear of causing Han Yu trouble unknowingly.
"Lan Xin, Lan Fang, did you sleep well last night? The thunder was loud; I hope it didn't scare you. I wanted to check on you, but I was afraid I'd disturb your sleep if you hadn't woken, so I didn't come over."
