Night fell, bringing a slight chill.
The heavy rain showed no signs of stopping.
It poured down relentlessly.
But in the sweltering summers of Shu State, such rain was rather welcome—certainly better than the scorching sun.
Especially when the night wind blew.
Tiny raindrops mixed with the wind, carrying a gentle, moist coolness.
And in the Spring Lotus Garden, the wind also carried the fragrance of purple bamboo, flowers, and other plants.
It was like a perfume gifted by nature, its fresh, sweet scent clinging to the air and one's clothes.
At this moment, the hour of You was not yet half over.
Chen Yi had already changed into a set of simple black clothes and trousers. They were not the silk brocades he usually wore, but rather a coarse linen whose rough fibers he could feel under his touch.
These were the Night Clothes he had specially asked Wang Ji to prepare.
He had ten sets in total, hidden in a compartment under his bed for his excursions.
