The rain fell like shards of ice.
The night was shrouded in heavy darkness, washing away any light. The entire world was entwined in a cloud of sorrow; a dense fog that weighed upon the hearts of people, unwilling to disperse. There was no escape, only the resignation like that of a partridge, awaiting the passing of time.
Seeking to slowly fade away.
They returned home.
Jiang Ruan had already fallen silent.
They entered.
Jiang Yuxin was standing in the middle of the living room. When she saw them return, her pale face grew even paler at the sight of the blood on their clothes.
She stood frozen in place.
Her expression empty.
"Sister...?"
Jiang Ruan slowly looked up, her once spirited peach-blossom eyes were now dull, shrouded with a layer of grey mist.
"Awake? Hungry? There's food in the kitchen."
She acted as if nothing had happened, her tone steady without any fluctuations.
