Not long after, the light pitter-patter of rain gradually intensified, pouring down in torrents.
Chun Tao patted the raindrops off her shoulder and stood under the flickering light, craning her neck to search for Xiao Rongyan in the Qinghui Courtyard. But she saw no one, as if the Xiao Rongyan who had been standing with her just moments ago had been a mere illusion.
She stood dazed for a moment before lifting a hand to brush off the rainwater on her body. She then lifted the curtain, entered the room, and cautiously called out, "Young Lady..."
"Xiao Rongyan has left?" Bai Qingyan asked softly as she pulled aside the bed curtains.
"He’s already gone. I had just opened the gate of Qinghui Courtyard, but when I turned back, Mr. Xiao was nowhere to be seen..." Chun Tao still couldn’t quite believe it. If not for Bai Qingyan asking about Xiao Rongyan, she would have thought she had been dreaming earlier.
"Then it’s good he left!" Bai Qingyan released the bed curtains, stretched her body, and leaned back against the cushion. The sound of rain outside tapped erratically against the window lattice, disrupting Bai Qingyan’s thoughts. She gently touched her lips, still tinged with the slight pain of Xiao Rongyan’s kiss, yet a mixture of sweet anticipation and unease welled up inside her.
From her previous life, Bai Qingyan’s feelings towards Xiao Rongyan had been complicated... mixed with both wariness and gratitude. Perhaps because they had always been on opposing sides, she never thought there would be a day when she and Xiao Rongyan would feel mutually affectionate.
The previous life...
Bai Qingyan rarely reminisced about her previous life anymore. Since she woke up last December, realizing that the heavens had given her another chance at life, she had lived each day diligently, never daring to take it easy, never expecting to have feelings again.
Though in her previous life she and Xiao Rongyan weren’t enemies from the start, Bai Qingyan had always admired... and respected Xiao Rongyan.
Perhaps she had harbored feelings for him back then but hadn’t realized it.
Six days ago, a heavy rain had washed Dadu City clean. After a brief spell of clear, crisp autumn days, another rain fell overnight, continuing until dawn. Dark clouds loomed once again over Dadu City, suffocating those who looked upon them, reminiscent of the tumultuous day on October fifteenth.
Lu Ping wished to avoid attracting attention, so he brought only one guard to the entrance of Jiuchuan Alley.
He dismounted and observed the house before him, which had two weathered lanterns with the word "Du" inscribed on them, before stepping forward to knock on the door.
The door opened to reveal a silver-haired elder in a gray-brown robe and black cloth shoes.
Before Lu Ping could speak, the elder bowed deeply and, stepping aside, said, "Please, my lord..."
Inside the courtyard, a maple tree, transplanted from Qiushan, stood with its leaves turned a deep red. When the wind passed through, the fallen leaves resembled sunset hues scattered on the ground.
Li Mingrui, in a pine-green brocade robe and a cloak, sat reading at a stone table. His scholarly demeanor and refined features bore a faint resemblance to Li Mao in his youth, presenting a composed and dignified appearance.
On the stone table, a three-legged bronze incense burner emitted wisps of smoke, giving the impression from afar that the young master reading might ascend to immortality.
"I know," Li Mingrui replied, setting his book aside without getting up. With a smile, he addressed Lu Ping, "Minister Lu, won’t you come in for a cup of tea?" freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
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