Drip-drop, drip-drop—
The party hadn't wound down when suddenly, it began to rain.
Raindrops fell on the tent, their rhythmic pitter-patter adding as if to cheer them on.
The charcoal fire hadn't died out yet, and there was still leftover food.
After singing and dancing, everyone had an appetite again, finishing off the remaining food. By then, the rain was turning heavier.
"Let's hurry back to the house before it gets harder to walk in the rain."
Chen Feiyang glanced at the rain and decisively told everyone to pack up and leave.
The rainy night was hazy, and strings of small bulbs lit up on both sides of the plank walkway, the lights winding along, illuminating the path ahead.
Holding umbrellas against the dense rain, the sound of the rain turned from a drip-drop to a downpour, growing louder and the group walked faster.
Lai Zhiyun and Zhou Liao were at the back.