In Chang'an, Kyoto, it rains like silk at night.
The drizzle was like silk, and a hazy curtain was woven under the corridor of a mansion in the east of the city. The two got closer, and their voices became low and long. The chatter was like the sound of raindrops falling on the bluestone, monotonous but full of rhythm, forming a warm corner in this rainy world.
The two sat opposite each other in the corridor, their eyes meeting intently. "I have been thinking about a question recently, why do you like me." Sui Yi answered seriously. Nan Chu nodded gently, holding his chin with his hands, listening to the other person's words, and then responded slowly. The chat was like a collision and blend of love, unfolding quietly in the small space under the corridor.
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