The rain outside kept dripping and flowing down through the gaps in the thatched roof, bringing a salty smell of the sea into the room.
The walls became damp, with moisture condensing into droplets, trickling down the corners, and gathering into a shallow puddle on the floor.
Under the quilts, it was warm. Two people's body heat was warmer than one.
No matter how cold-hearted a person was, they couldn't refuse such dry warmth.
Aldana Candi curled up her limbs, closed her eyes, and slowly exhaled a breath in the sound of the ticking rain, a lazy comfort emitting from every part of her body.
Her cold skin became warm, and her body felt lethargic. She let out a small yawn amid the continuous sound of the rain.
Philip Shaw asked her, "Are you asleep?"
Aldana Candi: "Not yet."
He leaned over lightly, his breath brushing against her hair: "Can I hold you?"
His voice sounded a bit muffled in the rain, but Aldana Candi understood clearly.
She decisively refused, "No."
