Midnight.
Rain tapped on the window, sounding a soft, rustling noise.
Feeling a slight chill, Qin Guanglin sleepily turned over, withdrew his arm from He Fang's embrace, fumbled for a moment at his side, and finally found the corner of the blanket she had kicked aside. He pulled it over both of them, hugged her again, felt the warmth from the blanket and her body, and continued to sleep.
The drizzle persisted until morning, leaving the ground wet and occasionally forming small puddles. The air was filled with the fresh scent typical after rain.
The two had breakfast together, then parted ways at the bus station to catch their buses to work, starting their busy day.
"What do you think the purpose of going to work is?"
During lunch, Sun Wen started contemplating life again while holding a Coke.