C56 After They Left, the Ink Pavilion Was Silent.

As dawn broke, the persistent patter of rain filled the air.

Bai Mang gazed out the window at the downpour, mesmerized by the droplets as they rapidly fell from the eaves.

She wasn't fond of rainy days, yet she found a certain charm in the sight of rain cascading off the roof.

Ye Danqing entered, clutching a white oiled paper umbrella. Noticing Bai Mang lost in the view, she remarked