The vast curtain of rain blurred the distant scenery. Raindrops streamed freely like strings of beads, while a faint mist lingered in the air. The sound of rain entering the room gained a hazy, faraway quality, as though it came from somewhere very distant.
Luo Chuan told a story about talismans and demons, and the drowsiness he had felt at first was gone.
Yao Ziyan hugged the pillow in her arms, her glass-like violet eyes fixed on Luo Chuan, completely immersed in the magical world he described.
The misty rain fell without end, lamps lingered through the dusk; shadow demons and talismans, demons and monsters, begone.
When it rained, one wanted to stay in the room, listening to the pattering rain, lying quietly in bed, or sitting by the window watching raindrops hang like curtains, enjoying the peaceful hours.
Yao Ziyan had already abandoned her pillow and squeezed into Luo Chuan's embrace. Her whole body was warm, carrying a faint, pleasant scent.
"Why did you stop?" When she no longer heard Luo Chuan speaking, Yao Ziyan could not help poking his arm.
"I'm tired." Luo Chuan rolled his eyes. He had been going on and on for so long; he needed to rest too, all right?
Yao Ziyan gave an oh, then slipped out of Luo Chuan's arms and picked up the pillow she had tossed aside. "Then rest, Luo Chuan. I'll head back first."
After saying that, she padded barefoot out of the room with the same tap-tap-tap as when she had come.
Luo Chuan watched Yao Ziyan leave and rubbed his chin. He felt as though he had been treated like a tool.
Forget it. No point thinking so much.
Luo Chuan wriggled a few times before burrowing into the blanket and lying down properly. He covered himself