The sound of rain.
Explosions. Screams. Roars. The sound of blunt objects striking bodies. The noise of firearms discharging. Buildings and the ground shaking in the crossfire, the air heavy with smoke and a faint smell of blood. The sound of rain intertwines, relentless, like a slippery slug falling off the windowsill, like a wandering ghost's hoarse laughter, chilling and unsettling, just as in memory...
"Hey! Wake up, Ah Ce!"
"—Ugh!"
A pair of strong hands shook his shoulders, and Gongsun Ce turned and sat up abruptly. The rain poured down on the ruined streets, the conflict and chaos etched into his memory. Even without relying on sight, he could distinguish the street scenes of Cangdu, those images already engraved in his mind alongside another's voice. He turned to meet Mo Yuankai's gaze; his brother seemed a bit surprised.
Gongsun Ce took the initiative: "Brother, what's going on?"
