He opened his sleepy eyes and realized he had fallen asleep at the desk without knowing when, with Ning Xiaoxian's light white deep clothes draped over him.
Where is she? He was startled and looked around, only to find her standing by the window with her back to him, gazing into the pitch-black night sky outside.
There, at first, two or three raindrops fell, then like beads running on a plate, they became more violent, condensing into ice and rain powder in the freezing air, drifting down to the ground. He felt he could even hear the light sound of hail hitting the ground.
"You're awake?" She knew as soon as he opened his eyes, and asked gently.
The boy's voice was still somewhat confused: "Hmm, is it raining?"
