It was raining...
Liu Jingqing glanced out the window.
A layer of droplets clung to the windowpane, blurring the scenery outside into a haze, but haziness had its own beauty.
Liu Jingqing put down her pen, leaned against the window, and breathed onto the glass.
Looking at the droplets clinging to the glass, she reached out a finger and gently nudged the topmost one.
The droplet began to slide down, meeting other droplets and merging with them, growing larger and sliding faster until it rolled onto 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 feel more awake.
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 gatekeeper 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.
Liu Jingqing looked down from the window curiously. A Husky with a broken chain hanging from its neck was running farther and farther away through the rain, a paper takeout bag still stuck on its head. It shook its head as it ran, seemingly trying to get it off.
The elderly gatekeeper chased after it without even an umbrella, empty-handed, 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 caught up, panting heavily, and the Husky immediately