Autumn rain fell as softly as fine silk, like an intricate tapestry woven by nature itself, using the vault of heaven as a shuttle and mist as thread to spin a hazy, mysterious web that gently shrouded the entire world in a misty veil. Though fine, the raindrops were dense and continuous, weaving and tangling in the air before landing lightly upon eaves, streets, and the shoulders of pedestrians with a crisp, pleasing sound like celestial music, adding a touch of poetry to the tranquil autumn afternoon.
Though the rain was not fierce, the wisps of chill were like a group of mischievous, cunning sprites weaving through the rain curtain, probing for every possible opening, silently slipping into the seams of Ye Feng's clothing, and bringing waves of shivering cold.
Carrying two heavy bags, Ye Feng walked with steady, unhurried steps toward home. The bags were filled with daily necessities that his older sister had forcibly shoved into his hands while insisting they split the cost.
Chapter 93