Deep in the night, rain fills the air.
A light rain falls, seeming to wash away the hustle and bustle of the day.
After the passionate waves have ebbed, we retire to the calm of post-pleasure.
Luo Chen lies in bed, staring at the ornately carved beams overhead, as if seeing through the ceiling to the inky night sky outside.
Glancing downward, the woman seems spent, laying limp on his chest, her black hair and white shoulders standing out startlingly against his skin.
Some things happen quite unexpectedly.
Yet they also seem inevitable, as naturally as water flowing into channels.
The reasons are unspeakable, ineffable.
"You seem to be not very happy today?"
Hearing his heart's robust beat beside her ear, Sima Huiniang lazily asked.
"Hmm."
A soft hum expressed that, despite the overwhelming pleasure, a cloud of gloom still lingered.
"Care to share?"
Facing Sima Huiniang's inquiry.
If it were the past, Luo Chen definitely wouldn't answer.
