The sound of autumn rain pattering on the eaves made Yun Zhao feel drowsy. She leaned against the large daybed by the window, gazing outside. She was utterly exhausted, yet for some reason, she simply couldn't fall asleep.
'My body is exhausted, but my spirit is wide awake.'
She covered her eyes with her handkerchief and began counting sheep.
One sheep, two sheep, three sheep… She lost count of how many, but still couldn't find sleep. Through the fine, misty rain, she faintly heard footsteps. Each fall of the steps seemed to land right on her heart, matching its beat.
Song Yunzhao's heart leaped. She shot to her feet and rushed outside. Striding quickly to the outer hall, she pushed open the doors and looked up to see Feng Yi just stepping under the covered walkway.
Feng Yi was also taken aback.
Song Yunzhao's mind went blank. She followed her heart and threw herself at him.
Feng Yi quickly caught her. "Zhaozhao…"
