The wind leaves no sound as it passes through the bamboo grove, and a wild goose leaves no reflection as it glides over a cold pool.
My feelings for the Fourth Miss can only stop right here! This helplessness weighed on me like heavy dark clouds in the night sky, leaving me gasping for breath.
When night fell, the rain poured like a waterfall, fine droplets tapping against the inn's window lattice like the heavy, beating drums of fate.
Chapter 131