It was raining...
Liu Jingqing glanced out the window.
A layer of water droplets clung to the glass, blurring the scenery outside, but that haziness had its own beauty.
Liu Jingqing put down her pen, leaned against the window, and breathed onto the glass.
Watching the droplets clinging to it, she reached out a finger and gently nudged the one at the very top.
That droplet began sliding down, meeting other droplets and merging with them, growing larger and sliding faster until it rolled down to the windowsill.
Liu Jingqing tilted her head, looking at the blurred window and the clear trail left by that sliding droplet...
She could touch the rain outside just by reaching out, and cool air washed over her face.
The wind of early winter was not bone-chilling; it only made her more clearheaded.
Liu Jingqing leaned over the desk by the window, looking up at the rain falling from the sky as her vision gradually blurred.
Downstairs, the elderly security guard shouted anxiously, "Whose dog is this?! It ate someone's takeout!"
A series of barks followed.
Amid the patter of rain, the barking grew louder and louder.
Liu Jingqing looked down curiously from the window. A Husky with a broken chain hanging from its neck was running farther and farther away through the rain, a paper takeout bag still perched on its head. It shook its head as it ran, seemingly trying to get it off.
The elderly security guard chased after it barehanded, without even an umbrella, but how could a man in his sixties outrun a sled dog in its prime?
Every few steps, the dog stopped to shake its head, trying to get the takeout bag off. But almost as soon as it stopped, the old man came panting after it, and