The rain gradually stopped. The downpour came and went quickly, and in no time, the sky cleared up.
Just by looking at the muddy road outside the pavilion, Liu Ji already felt a headache.
Memories from the past began to resurface in his mind, reminding him of the rainy, muddy days when he transported grain to the border.
The suffering in those days, he lamented his limited eloquence, unable to put it into words.
"Miss Qin, should we wait a little longer?" Liu Li asked with a frown. He stood on the pavilion steps, hesitating to step out with his leg lifted several times but unable to bring himself to do it.
On his feet were the new shoes his wife had just made for him when he left home. One step into the mud, and they would be beyond recognition.
There were no rain boots available here, so even if Qin Yao didn't want to dirty her shoes, there wasn't a better solution.
At least a few pairs of shoes could be spared from getting dirty.
