The old monster was also incredibly patient, just watching Zhou Li play from the side and occasionally offering a few tips, even though she clearly wanted to play too.
On rainy days, it gets dark earlier—nightfall was visibly settling in.
Zhou Li checked his phone; he had a night class tonight, but it was that trashy night class.
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It was still raining outside, pitter-pattering nonstop.
Zhou Li glanced at the old monster. She was still wearing his jacket, since she'd just gone out again to pick up another delivery—actually picked up more than ten packages this time. When she picked up packages, she was like some circus performer, balancing all sizes of boxes stacked high in her hands. The boxes were all mismatched, some even plastic bags, which made the pile unstable and likely to tumble. But in her hands, somehow, it was rock solid.
