The rain in Jiangnan seemed as fickle as the changing sky, pitter-pattering constantly, falling through the gaps between the willow leaves. Though no rain penetrated Key Smoke's oiled paper umbrella, rain threads dripped down its rim, quickly converging into streams, like a curtain of water beads.
Key Smoke reached out gently to help the woman before her, her delicate hand touching the woman's pulse as she spoke tenderly, "Are you alright? Why are you still outside so late?"
The nights in Wu City were lit, but in this evening's rain, the lights appeared dim and swaying, lacking brilliance.
When the woman looked up at Key Smoke, her eyes clearly flickered with a moment of confusion as she murmured subconsciously, "Master..."
The very next instant, she seemed to realize something. She hurriedly pressed her lips tight, water droplets trickling down her eyelashes, simply gazing at the woman before her.
A tear flowed down with the rain, perfectly concealed by this timely downpour.
