The south has always been rainy, and this rainstorm lasted the entire day—it didn't stop even late into the night.
The pattering sound was irritating, especially in winter. The rain in winter was colder than the snow in the north: damp, bone-chilling, and oppressive. Even after changing into dry clothes, the cold and dampness seemed to seep into one's bones, impossible to keep out.
On days like this, it was truly hard for anyone to lift their spirits.
Night fell, and the orderly brought Ming Chen his dinner.
Ming Chen didn't have much appetite. The orderly commented from the side, "Mr. Chen, it's so cold on days like this. How about having a drink to ward off the chill?"
Ming Chen hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Go get some."
He hadn't had a drink in a long time. Ever since Ming Mei became pregnant, he had been stricter about controlling his smoking and drinking habits.
