Good Wine
Editor: Henyee Translations
The rain gradually increased in September.
Cloud Mountain Parlour, which was enveloped by black clouds, was like a small boat floating on the water surface. It could capsize at any time.
Late at night.
In the small courtyard.
The sound of falling rain hit the roof, drowning the bed and swaying. However, the last sound still pierced through the silence of the rainy night, allowing the mind and body to fuse.
Luo Qing sat cross-legged, and the rosy color in her cheeks gradually faded.
"Husband, you're a little distracted today. Is there something wrong?" Bai Yuying asked in a sweet voice.
Wang Yun, who was curled up, looked up at her husband.
"I have to go to the market tomorrow."
"Husband, can I come with you?"