The curtains, embroidered with dragon and phoenix patterns, hung half-draped, sketching out the graceful charm of spring and blocking most of the light.
Unavoidable, yet irremovable.
Shen Hua's almond-shaped eyes brimmed with mist. Large teardrops fell one after another, her sobbing deeply aggrieved, like a mix of resentment and complaint.
Outside the window, it began to rain at some unknown time. Pitter-patter, steadily.
In the silent night, the sound of rain grew louder.
The moon climbed atop the willow branches, silver radiance spilling over the ground. Amid the chilling sese of the wind, the Marquis Mansion was exceptionally tranquil.
Large raindrops fell with an unstoppable force, ticking away.
Passing through layers of leaves to hit the proudly blooming begonias, prematurely and secretly flowers, whose petals, now damp, caused the stamens to tremble slightly.
Cui Yun's movements carried a vehemence.
Waiting for her to slightly adapt, lost in passion and confusion.
