The spring cold is steep, and the slightest chill penetrates through the cracks of the unclosed windows, and a large wind pours into the windows, wafting the cold wantonly in the house. She sat on the edge of the bed with a pair of bare feet, groped on the pedal in front of the bed with her slender arch, and soon found the embroidered slippers by feeling, put them on, lit the lamp, and walked to the carved wooden window.

The rain that had been falling in the first half of the night happened to finally fall at this moment, and the little raindrops slapped on the glass inlaid with the carved wooden windows, and the splash of water lost its shape in an instant, and flowed down the glass, hurried and panicked. The rain drenched the plantains outside the window, crooked the leaves of the pothos, and the drizzle of splashing was cool, soaking into the soft skin, and she took a deep breath of the night air in the wind, and her entire chest cavity felt wet and stuffed.

As the rain began to fall, she closed the wooden window. The teacups on the table were still tilted, and half a yellow tea soup was dripping on the table, making the room even colder. She put a black green silk slanted on her chest, only wearing a moon-white middle coat and stopped in front of the table for a long time, by the dim light, she stretched out her slender fingers, dipped in tea on the table and wrote his name: Cheng Ruikai, Ruikai, Kai......

The intimate and familiar water stains soon filled the space of the full table, and she stared at the handwriting, but her heart was empty.

It's been two years, and I know what it's like to look forward to the autumn water and live like a year. Life has been amorous and bitter since ancient times, and it has been amorous and lovesick since ancient times, is this such bitterness? She withdrew her fingers in a daze, stared at the mess on the table, and sighed faintly for a while.

But at this moment, she clearly heard a sigh coming from the door. In the middle of the night, the sudden sigh made her hairs stand on end.

"Who?!" she asked, standing up and shouting in a trembling voice.

But the door was silent all of a sudden. She waited for a long time, her heart pounding. She tried her best to control her panic, and slowly walked behind the door to listen to the movement outside the door, but after all, she still didn't dare to open the door and go out to take a closer look. Just when she was wondering if she had heard it wrong, there was a "bang" outside the door, and there was a sound of the flower pot on the flower stand being knocked down, and sure enough, there was someone!

"Who is out there in the middle of the night?! I'll call someone to come!" she spoke again, her voice changing slightly.

Her hands were clasped to her chest, but her voice didn't completely reveal her inner confusion. She spoke loudly as she carefully observed her room for weapons to defend herself or kill the thief.

Perhaps it was her stern and unfazed attitude that made the thieves outside the house retreat, and the movement outside the door gradually calmed down, and after a long time, there was no sound.

She waited for a long time and felt a chill run down her back. After a while, she dragged all the chairs and tables in the room against the door, and after making sure that there was no strong man of a few hundred pounds who kicked it hard, otherwise she would not be able to kick the door open, and then returned to the bed and lay down with a lingering feeling.

I want to sleep again, but how can I sleep?!"Rikay, come back soon! I'm so scared! She fell on the bed, and then she felt terrified to the extreme, and she turned over to the bed, and without even taking off her shoes, she covered her head with the quilt, hoping that the dawn would come soon, so that the atmosphere of terror and confusion would dissipate as soon as possible.

The sound of raindrops outside the window fell more urgently, falling on her heart one by one, as if answering the frightened questions of this beautiful Huaichun girl for her lover who had not returned.