The east wind blew, and life sparked in the withered wood once again...
The spring rain murmured softly, dense and lingering, mixed with the coolness of the winter days yet to fade, hitting the window and making a tapping sound.
Tang Wan had just finished the hairpin in her hands and looked up at the person by the window. The rain washed over the glass, forming a curtain of water; he sat there, his eyebrows and eyes drooping. Since Jiang Jinsang had undergone surgery, he hadn't trimmed his hair, which was slightly long, wispy, and lightly covering his eyebrows and eyes.
Half of his face was in shadow, vague and unclear, his pale skin naturally exuding a melancholic air.
He held a book titled "A Brief Discussion on Marriage between the Sexes" in his hands...
Everyone was busy with their own affairs, and few had visited the old house recently. Tang Wan suddenly thought, had he always been like this, alone...
Lonely, desolate.
"Jinsang?"
