Late at night, in the Black and White Mountain, the Fire Spring trickled, shrouded in light rain. Fire glow and rain threads intertwined, weaving a layer of hazy gauze, rendering the woods a warm red within the mist.
Qin Ming walked leisurely in the rain towards the outside of the mountain.
Suddenly, he stopped, glanced at the Chairman behind him, took out the golden silk parasol, and gestured for her to come over.
The Chairman's silver hair glimmered with a clear radiance in the night, her jade-like, pure white face slightly tense. Did the two intend to share an umbrella?
Although she had just revived, and her life's story was yet brief, she felt it inappropriate to walk this close.
Gentle rain pattered, the Chairman approached slowly, her brows like distant Dai ink, her dark pupils deep and silently watchful.
Qin Ming handed her the umbrella, then turned away again.
