The warm yellow light fell on the wooden table, making the rain outside the glass window soft. Theodore von Hohenzollern rested his elbow on the window edge, touched the warm mug with his fingertips, and his eyes fell on the blossoming tree outside the window - fine white petals were dotted among the branches, wet by the sparse drizzle, and occasionally one or two tremblingly fell down, like clouds crushed by the wind. Suddenly a petal fell lower, and a hand suddenly reached out from the window. Ye Yangzhi stood under the tree, her fingertips gently holding the petals stained with raindrops, and her fingertips brushed against the soft edges of the petals. She raised her head and looked at the branches that were still falling petals. When the corners of her mouth curved up, the ends of her eyes opened slightly. The raindrops fell on her hair and got a little wet. The light leaking through the clouds fell in her eyes, and the fingertips holding the petals became a little soft. Theodore von Hohenzollern's fingers holding the cup paused.
