The sky outside the window is overcast, but the rain has weakened considerably.
Miss Yun is sitting on the threshold, facing the curtain of rain beyond the eaves, with a small, warm fire stone the size of a candied fruit in her pocket.
Xu Chang'an specially found this fire stone for Yun Qian; it certainly wouldn't be the inferior product used by ordinary disciples, since he is the steward of the Steward Hall.
Therefore, this exquisite little fire stone will also become one of her treasured possessions in the future.
Yun Qian feels the lingering youthful aura in the room behind her, and traces a straight line in the earth with her fair fingers.
Her fingers stain with mud; she lowers her head to look at the dirt under her nails, softly clenching her fist.
An overcast sky exhibited the ecosystem of the small courtyard.
Since the girl has married, she occasionally considers matters from her husband's perspective.
Her husband's perspective is, naturally, the perspective of "Dao."
