In the cold rainy night, what could be warmer than listening to the rain and sipping hot soup?
If there is something, it must be that the one sharing the drink with you is someone you love.
On a rainy night under the narrow eaves, by the candlelight with hot soup, if Tang Luo had to choose the most beautiful day within the past six months, he would just need to stretch this moment to a full twelve hours.
But life is not a game one can simply decide on their own.
Even the most turbulent emotions will gradually subside during the long wait for the soup to cook, and Sister Xiu'er, having regained her composure, felt not only a touch of warmth and sweetness but was also considering if there was a more suitable, worry-free method that would satisfy both of them.
"Actually, gathering intelligence as Wind Media is not as dangerous as warriors fighting," she said softly.
