Layers of gray clouds piled over the sky, swirling and tumbling, as if struggling with something, yet their faint trails at the edges were feebly descending in the misty humidity.
The wind gradually picked up.
The damp coldness in the air seemed to seep through the gaps between armor and lining, pressing tightly on the skin, causing discomfort.
A wet, cool sensation suddenly reached the tip of his nose.
Xia Nan instinctively looked up at the sky, his dark eyes reflecting the heavy lead clouds.
"Is it going to rain?"
He frowned slightly.
Whether it was in his previous life or after crossing over, he wasn't averse to this kind of weather, and even had a slight fondness for it.
He enjoyed the sound of raindrops hitting the glass, even when the wind howled outside darkly, as the indoors remained warm and peaceful, providing a comfort and safety that felt innately soothing;
