The rain that had lingered all day washed away the last lingering warmth of early autumn. The inner chamber was now steeped in a faint chill, doors and windows tightly shut, their pale paper screens veiled in mist.
Yuwen Junan stepped out of the wooden tub and reached for a dry towel hanging on the rack.
Water streamed down the curve of his back, lending an inexplicably alluring flush to the cool, thin, quiet night.
Chapter 219