It was an unwritten rule that it always rained on Valentine's Day evening. If not for the ban on spirits forming after the founding of the nation, the phenomenon would have been mythologized beyond recognition. Every time it rained, people would joke that some scoundrel's oath had angered the Thunder God.
However, this year's Valentine's Day was blessed with exceptionally fine weather. Even more remarkably, looking up, one could see the Milky Way stretching across the entire sky. Countless stars blinked cheerfully, as if witnessing couple after couple finally getting their happy endings.
Xue Yang and Lin Xi found a swing by the pond. Lin Xi sat on it, and Xue Yang gave her gentle pushes from behind. As she swayed, even her wiggling feet seemed to radiate joy.
"Xue Yang, do you think the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are meeting right now?"
Xue Yang paused for a moment. "Who told you the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet on February 14th?"
