Inside the house it was cozy and warm; outside, the rain fell softly, pooling into small streams as it dripped from the eaves.
Zhao Chun glanced at Tian Sangsang. Her expression was as calm as usual, but she ate faster than normal.
After finishing his meal, he silently stood the black umbrella upright by the table before turning to clean the dishes.
**
Standing at the gate of the courtyard house, the rain fell upon Jiang Jinghuai.
The cold raindrops streamed down his hair, across his cheeks, and onto his chin. Some trickled down his neck, soaking into his clothes. The merciless rain drenched his garments, leaving him looking like a drowned rat.
He was completely soaked, his clothes clinging tightly to his skin.
Yet he stood motionless, like a statue, seemingly undisturbed by the pouring rain.
A bit cold, a bit painful.
Suddenly he raised his hand, covering his mouth as he coughed lightly.
