By the time of Grain Rain, the endless drizzle spread like the fog in an ink wash painting, soft as fluff, pitter-pattering, shrouding the Jiangnan nightscape in a hazy and splendid veil.
In the lamplight, the bluestone path seemed to be coated with a layer of crystal. In such a season, there always seemed to be a couple or two, in high spirits, sharing an oil-paper umbrella and strolling through the rain.
This was the first time, holding an umbrella for her.
Basking in the dim street light, you slightly turned your head and what presented itself in your eyes was a perfect profile.
A high-bridged yet gentle nose, cherry lips red and plump, the fluttering of dark lashes in between, gave you a sense of being awash in a bygone era.
"Thud, thud thud... thud, thud thud..."
In the misty rain, a voice you were familiar with reached your ears. You couldn't help but glance at Zhao'er beside you and a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of your mouth.
