Time reverts to a cold rainy night a week ago...
Mandara Manor.
The end of July, and the faint chill of autumn has already arrived. Especially on such a dark rainy night, the cold wind carrying moist chill invades everyone's nerves.
Xia Yanxin fears the cold; she can't stand the damp chill in the air, nor does she like the dry heat produced by air conditioners... So, the vintage-style fireplace in the hall has been lit, burning delicate smokeless pine wood, filling the living room with a gentle scent of pine.
Under the warm firelight, Xia Yanxin holds a copy of the "Count of Kiddushan," sipping floral tea, chatting with Long Chenxi about the past, and discussing the stories they once shared on Cherry Blossom Island. Shen Bingqing sits quietly on the other side of the sofa, listening to the crackling of the fire mixing with the rustle of the rain outside, while her mind remains worried about her sister who hasn't returned.
