Yang Ping walked into the residential building, his coat already soaked through.
Rainwater dripped from the hem, leaving intermittent water traces on the hallway floor tiles. He didn't immediately go upstairs; he stood in the foyer for a while, took off his coat, wrung it out, and then draped it over his arm. The elevator doors opened and closed, but he didn't enter; instead, he turned and walked towards the stairs. Layer by layer, he ascended, his footsteps echoing in the stairwell.
When he pushed open the door to his home, the living room was very quiet. Erbao was already asleep; there was no sound from the nursery. Xiao Su was not in the living room; the kitchen light was on, and a gentle sound of running water flowed out. He changed his shoes, hung the wet coat on the rack by the door, and then walked into the kitchen. Xiao Su was washing vegetables by the sink; hearing his footsteps, she didn't turn around, "Is the rain heavy?"
Yang Ping stood at the kitchen doorway.
