Let him slowly atone for his sins.
A sudden clap of thunder startled the quietude.
Dark clouds loomed overhead, bringing a wave of mugginess and oppression.
Even the breeze that blew felt slightly uncomfortable and oddly brought a chill.
Qiao Xi stood quietly with her hands hanging down, her cool countenance devoid of expression, but unusually somber.
It was difficult to read her.
Shen Dang took Qiao Xi's hand, her fingers soft to the touch, tempting one to give them a gentle squeeze, as smooth and cool as her skin.
Shen Dang wasn't restless with desire, just held her hand a little tighter, hoping his warmth could be felt.
"It looks like it's going to rain, shall we head back?"
His voice was low and gentle, bringing an intangible warmth to Qiao Xi.
Qiao Xi pulled back her thoughts and responded with a sound, "Mhm."
