Dong Huiying has always particularly liked rainy days and rainy seasons.
She believes that the air after the rain is fresher, and in her understanding, rain resembles a catalyst, like the fragrance of flowers, the wet wood smell of forests, and all these damp and chilly things, strangely, can bring peace to the heart.
Breakfast was lively, but probably only Dong Huiying herself was truly happy.
Li Luo was a guest, and as such, couldn't help but be reserved.
Yet.
"Why do you two seem strange with each other?"
Dong Huiying tilted her little head, looking puzzled.
Shu Yu appeared quite the same as usual, except his mouth was a little swollen from biting into a spicy chicken wing right after getting up.
Overall, his expression was mild, but his eyes seemed to hold a hint of laughter, yet this laughter appeared mocking, as if taunting something, or perhaps it was teasing something?
Dong Huiying turned to look at Yixuan.
