August 14, 2016, 3:19 PM.
Yin Heaven.
A rare spell of good weather.
It was neither rainy nor sunny. Humid, but not cold and damp. There was some light, but it wasn't glaring. The sky might clear up, or it might rain.
'I like this sort of ambiguous weather, this complex potential.'
'This part of my personality probably stems from the weather back home. Sunny days in Hongcheng were always unbearably hot and muggy, but the rain was even more miserable—to say nothing of the winter rain. That was a nightmare for both my mother and me.'
'In that cold, damp weather, I always struggled to breathe, while the pain in my mother's legs would confine her to her bed. Our home back then was so quiet, it felt like a tomb.'
'Looking back, I realize it was the wicked consequence of the yin energy hidden within the Curse. Even though the yin energy has since dissipated, those painful memories are impossible to shake.'
