The autumn rain pitter-pattered all night and finally stopped at dawn. However, even though the rain had stopped, the rainwater accumulated on the roof did not cease, dropping down incessantly like broken beads, cleaning the bluish stone slabs beneath the eaves thoroughly and creating a steady, pleasant pattering sound.
The wind didn't stop either, blowing the surrounding pines and cypresses into a rustle, suddenly intensified and blew open a slightly ajar window.
Immediately, the raindrops dripping from the eaves were scattered and turned into a fine mist, drifting into the room, covering Tushere's face lying on the bed near the window.
"Hmm—wow!"
The chill instantly stimulated her awake.
Her low cry also startled Chang Wan and Wo Xue in the other two beds, who reluctantly opened their eyes and saw Tushere sitting up, wiping rainwater from her face with her hand while grumbling angrily, "What the heck, drenched me early in the morning, so annoying!"
