Outside the window, the sound of rain pattered. The weather in Beisang City was ever-changing. Although raindrops still trickled from the dark clouds, there seemed to be a reassuring scent carried by the night's wind.
Zhu Pingniang looked out the window.
The originally pitch-black and unpleasant clouds now looked so beautiful, like an ink painting with varying depths, sparking countless imaginations. They resembled Ah Bai's red dress.
Don't ask why Li Zhibai wore a red dress and claimed black clouds resembled her... There was no logic, nor was any needed. In the eyes of Zhu Pingniang now, anything beautiful was a part of Li Zhibai.
What does it feel like when the sky drops a pie?
Zhu Pingniang did not know.
Recently, she had encountered many things she thought were dreams, like learning from Xu Chang'an that Li Zhibai wore a dress for Yun Qian. She once thought it was a dream.
