After hanging up the phone, Lin Yuan went downstairs. It was already late at night, but a cold rain had fallen in the Royal Capital, causing the weather to become colder right away.
There was not much rain in the Royal Capital, not even a few times a year, unlike the Redbud City's Xia Region, where it was rainy all year round without seeing the sun for a few days.
Lin Yuan looked at the downpour and could not help but sang softly,
In the pounding downpour outside the window, a fluttering song tempts me to listen.
The Xiaozhong Sword's reflection on the water surface is a verse of hate in love.
While Lin Yuan was singing, he did not notice Chimey, which was flying around his shoulders previously, suddenly stopped doing so. Instead, it carefully listened to what he was singing, looking very serious as if it was memorizing it.