The pond in the center of the courtyard became lively, as raindrops struck the surface and burst into countless water flowers. The fish in the water swam to the surface one by one, opening and closing their mouths as if to catch the raindrops; their tail fins swirled, scattering the surface like shattered silver.
Inside the house, the rain curtain under the eaves became a tapestry. Rainwater gathered along the tile eaves, hanging down uniformly.
In front of the hall, the door was open, and Chen Yuan, dressed in a white robe, looked at the rain curtain, a blending of heaven and earth. He raised his hand forward, reaching into the rain.
As soon as he extended it, a burst of raindrops fell with a crackle, then exploded into shards of silver.
But in the next second, it was as if time in the small courtyard had hit the pause button.
The rain pelting the green bamboo, which had been wildly dancing, stood distinct and frozen.
