Chapter 153

In the spring in Shen City, a fine drizzle like silk gently wove a hazy rain curtain. The rain, like pearls scattered from the sky, fell drop by drop onto the bluestone slabs, among the black-tiled and white-walled houses, and into the hearts of travelers returning home. In the small alley, beneath an oiled-paper umbrella, old friends reunited. Time flowed like a song, and those familiar faces, carrying the warmth of bygone days, gradually walked out from the rain curtain. The two looked at each other and smiled, a silent understanding spreading through the misty rain. Past laughter and cheers, past joys and sorrows of parting and reunion, all transformed at this moment into crystalline gleams in their eyes. Beneath the eaves, raindrops fell, connecting into thin lines as if weaving memories of the past. In those memories were the bustling prosperity of Shen City, the camaraderie of old friends, and the steadfast sincerity that endured through the turning of the years.