The rain kept falling.
Due to its proximity to the desert, the climate of Beifeng Prefecture was predominantly dry. Unlike other places where the heavens often seemed to suffer from frequent, urgent, and incomplete urination, the heavens over Beifeng Prefecture were even worse—they seemed unable to urinate at all.
Often, dark clouds and north winds would gather, teasing and tantalizing, rubbing one raw with anticipation, yet still, it was all thunder and no rain.
So, when this downpour finally arrived, it felt hard-earned and thoroughly refreshing.
At least, to Blind Bei, this was the heaviest rain he had witnessed since arriving in this world over half a year ago.
On the balcony of Mei Village's main building, Blind Bei sat at a table. In front of him, a small red clay stove warmed a pot of wine.
A lantern with a red paper shade also rested on the table, casting a dim, reddish glow upon the second-floor balcony amidst the night and the curtain of rain.
