February 5, 1661, a new rain heralded the arrival of the rainy season.
Clouds obscured the sun, and the light inside the cave was dimmer than usual.
The chandelier was lit, and the stove was lit.
The sound of burning wood traveled from the kitchen to the bedroom, accompanied by occasional crisp pops.
With the door tightly closed, the room was free from drafts, the lamp's light was bright and steady, and the warmth from the fire wall was increasing.
Chen Zhou stood by the bedroom window, hands behind his back. The newly lacquered window frame was snugly embedded in the outer wall, looking exceptionally neat.
The not-so-clean glass was covered with raindrop curtains blown in by the wind.
The water stains washed away the dust covering the glass, blurring the distant scene.
The sky and earth seemed embedded in these small squares of glass, resembling a Van Gogh painting.
The cat still loved warm places and gathered in front of the fire wall.
