The bird yearning for freedom has its wings broken and is locked in a birdcage.
The raindrops are spacing out.
A white jade umbrella was parked under the eaves of the inn. The surface of the umbrella was tilted, and water droplets fell one after another. Small water splashes bloomed on the ground against the rain curtain.
A delicate and pale face was revealed under the umbrella.
The white jade umbrella was slowly closed, Xu Wei gently shook off the remaining rain on the umbrella, and stood quietly for a moment before walking into the inn.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
