"Definitely."
Su Yubing kissed her cheek.
"Sleep."
"Only if you stay close."
"I am already here."
"Closer."
Su Yubing moved closer.
"Happy?"
Mo Yuxin nodded.
"Very."
The seventh day of travel began with rain.
Not ordinary rain.
Spiritual rain.
Every drop carried a tiny amount of spiritual energy, and when it struck the ground, small flowers appeared.
The road became slippery.
The caravan had to slow down.
Mo Yuxin and Su Yubing walked beneath a large umbrella formation that Su Yubing had created.
Mo Yuxin insisted on holding the umbrella.
Su Yubing said she could do it herself.
Mo Yuxin refused.
"You might get wet."
"The barrier protects me."
"Still."
"You are stubborn."
"Yes."
They continued through the rain.
Near noon, they saw an abandoned inn.
The sign said Falling Rain Inn.
The caravan decided to stop there until the storm passed.
The inn looked old but clean.
There were twelve rooms and a large dining hall.
