The rain had finally ceased, leaving the world outside sparkling with droplets that clung to the leaves and windowpanes. By four o'clock, the soft afternoon light streamed through Chen's apartment windows, painting the room in warm, golden hues. Inside, the air was filled with the quiet hum of domestic comfort: the faint smell of leftover tea, the soft rustle of blankets, and the rhythmic purring of Yun Hu, curled contentedly across Chen's chest.
Chen was blissfully unaware of the world outside. His eyelids fluttered in lazy beats, his breathing slow and even. Yun Hu's tiny paws twitched occasionally in his sleep, kneading at Chen's sweater like it was the coziest mattress in existence. The apartment felt like a bubble of warmth, a sanctuary from the damp chill lingering outside.
