The bluestone road was moistened by the drizzle, and the water mist spread across the bridge, turning the distant cornices into a hazy ink color. Wang Jingchen stood on the corridor holding a black umbrella, but his eyes passed through the layers of rain curtains and landed on the figure not far away.
The woman was wearing a long moon-white dress, the hem of which was gently lifted by the breeze, like pear blossoms soaked in morning dew. She was looking down at the koi in the pond, her profile was soft and clean, her eyelashes were long, and when they fell, they cast a small, light shadow under her eyes.
