Upon waking, Yueyao knew it was raining outside.
She pushed open the window and saw a gentle drizzle outside. Tiny raindrops fell like startled morning dew, bouncing up after hitting the ground. The rain touched her face, soft and serene.
After finishing her martial arts practice and having breakfast, Yueyao left the house. She saw a small, cool puddle in the courtyard, with a few fallen flowers floating on top.
Gu You held a green bamboo-handled oil-paper umbrella to shield Yueyao from the rain.
Yueyao stepped out of the courtyard but suddenly stopped on the steps. She pushed Gu You's umbrella aside, standing in the rain and inhaling its scent.
Gu You was already used to Yueyao's occasional daze, but she couldn't help sighing inwardly; the young lady's infatuation had arisen again.
Looking at the nearby trees and the white walls of the tall tile-roofed houses, Yueyao suddenly remembered her days in Jiangnan. The rain there fell line by line, like threads.
