Medusa Castle, the day before the grand parade broke out.
As usual, Tang Qingxue went to Medusa Castle every other day for a routine check-up on Yin Hun the Nineteenth. His physical condition was becoming increasingly stable, and Tang Qingxue had accustomed herself to being there.
After a gentle rain, the rose flowers planted in the castle's front garden bloomed, their pink petals looking even more vibrant and charming after being nourished by the rain. Tang Qingxue bent down, sniffed the slightly damp roses, and the delicate scent seeped into her heart.
A soft sound of footsteps arose beside her, and she straightened up to look over... Yin Hun the Nineteenth stood in the rain, clad in white, holding a translucent umbrella that perfectly shielded her from the raindrops above. Although the rain wasn't heavy and the drizzling mist lingered for a while, Tang Qingxue's bangs were already dampened.
