The sound of rain outside poured like water, the leaves in the cold courtyard scattered, the wind and rain blew askew, and the night storm was poignantly beautiful, making the not tightly sealed wooden window creak.
The cold wind and rain drifted into the house, adding a hint of nighttime cool freshness to the originally somewhat stifling air that was scented with burning incense.
Li Jiujiu was drowsy from the alcohol, drifting between dream and wakefulness, as if she was having a chaotic and variable grand dream.
The rain was still falling, and in that damp chill, she seemed to finally find a moment of comfort, her light body seemingly drifting into a space not belonging to the real world.
That world was full of chaos, countless noises surrounded her ears, indistinguishable, the chaotic sounds made Li Jiujiu's head ache.
