The weather in May is as fickle as a child's face.
It was mid-May. The sun might be shining brightly one moment, only for dark clouds to gather the next.
Seated under the eaves, Xile—who had grown another size—lay sprawled at Qin Fang's feet. The dog would yawn from time to time, occasionally nuzzle against Qin Fang's leg, its tail giving a lazy wag.
The rain fell in a steady PITTER-PATTER. Qin Fang glanced at the sky, figuring the downpour wouldn't let up anytime soon.
He looked down and continued to take stock of his current assets.
He'd taken over 2,800 silver from Wang Hu last time and thought it would last him a long while. He hadn't expected his expenses to be so surprisingly high.
...Especially with the price of Qi Blood Pills from Huichun Hall going up, and the number of Elixirs he could consume each day increasing from one to two.
Over the past two months, his expenditure on Qi Blood Pills alone had been over 1,400 silver.
