As the rain pattered sharply against the glass windows of the villa, Zhou Yinuo and Liang Zihan sat close to the others, huddled near a small fire. The small fire was soon created by them to remove the darkness inside the room.
The dull gray of the skies pressed down on them, suffocating everyone. For a long time, no one spoke anything. Then someone whispered, "The rain's back again…"
That single sentence made the entire room go quiet. A heavy silence fell before Zhou Yinuo finally said, "The first time it rained… that was the day everything changed."
Liang Zihan nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on the droplets sliding down the window. "Back then, no one expected it. It was just rain. Cold, heavy… maybe a little strange. But no one thought it would turn the world upside down."
"It was supposed to bring relief from scorching heat," Zhou Yinuo continued with a low voice. "The skies had been clear for too long. The land had become dry. We thought it was a blessing from the heavens."
