Sometimes Wen Li can't tell if he's just being overly attentive or what… making people feel helpless.
After shaking her head at Xu Chang'an to indicate she had nothing to say, Wen Li looked out the distant window.
The midnight sky was pitch black, but a curtain of smoke rain suddenly thickened, collecting into a drizzle that fell from the sky, creating ripples in the lake as if landing on her admiration.
Under the eaves, Li Hua's cats gathered in groups of three or five, licking their fur to remove the water stains.
Cats it is.
Wen Li thought of Xiaohua and felt that her junior brother wasn't often attentive, but rather gentle.
Gentleness might not be considered a good word, but when applied to her junior brother, it has a ripple-like quality… who knows, perhaps in his previous life he was a detail-oriented girl like Senior Zhu.
Sigh.
