C57 The Dao of Nature

Shen Xuan was seated in the Shen family's backyard, enveloped by the courtyard's tranquility.

A gentle drizzle began to fall, and he reclined in his chair, allowing the rain to drench him freely.

Deep into winter, the rain was bitingly cold, hinting that the year's first snowfall wasn't far off.

The icy droplets kissed his face as he lay there, his mind emptied, savoring the stillness