The autumn rain on Hong Kong Island was relentless.
Buffeted by the storm, the Xu Mansion stood resolute. Its black, twisted iron railings seemed to slice the downpour into myriad shapes. Blown askew by the wind, the sheets of rain resembled transparent white cloth, falling in relentless rows.
The entire space resembled the secret garden from a movie.
A few lamps were lit inside the villa.
Xu Si, finding them disruptive to the ambiance, turned them off again, leaving only a faint light infiltrating from outside. Leaning back against the support, she remained silent, simply shifting her gaze towards the window.
On such a rain-drenched afternoon, what could she possibly think about?
Her mind was filled with the obedient image of Pei Zhen from their youth.
Books covered in red ink certainly had a lasting impact.
She was reluctant to speculate about the pure and well-behaved boy he had once been.
But with the evidence before her, Xu Si held absolute trust in her intuition.
