In the sky, heavy dark clouds piled layer upon layer, resembling an ink-wash painting meticulously crafted by nature. Zhang Jingyun had just returned from the Zhuo Estate, and the moment his steps crossed the threshold of his quarters, a fine drizzle began to fall, adding a hazy veil to the tranquil afternoon.
He stood by the window, his gaze piercing through the rain curtain to the distance, when suddenly he spotted Yun Zi'an hurrying over through the wind and rain.
A faint halo of spiritual power surrounded Yun Zi'an, protecting her from the rain. Her clothes remained as dry as new; only her dark hair was slightly disheveled by the breeze. She instinctively reached up to smooth it, trying to restore her usual dignified poise.
Chapter 35