A heavy rainstorm battered Wucheng in the small hours of the night, the water lashing against the windowpane, washing over the blurred, overlapping silhouettes time and again.
By the time the first rays of morning sun spilled in, the world was left damp in the wake of the storm.
On the sofa, which was comfortably sized for two, Lili lay in a deep sleep. The golden sunlight poured over her delicate back, gilding her skin. Shang Che pressed up against her from behind, bringing a lingering trace of moisture with him.
Chapter 91