The lotus pond is ten miles long, and the breeze reflects the water. Suddenly, a thunderclap resounds through the sky. When I look up, I see dark clouds all over the sky. The rain drops down like a fine thread, creating ripples in the pond and hitting the lotus leaves. The dull sound spreads.
Shen Xihe couldn't help but walk to the railing, looking at the mist and rain that suddenly fell with joy in his eyes.
Xiao Huayong followed her and stood beside her. The cool breeze blew, the silk fabrics swayed, and their wide sleeves became tangled together.
"Yoyo, why are you so happy about rain?" Xiao Huayong turned his head slightly to look at her shining eyes and couldn't help but ask.
Shen Xihe stretched out his hand, feeling the cool and refreshing feeling of the drizzle falling on his palm: "I have loved rain since I was young. My father and brother also asked me why, but I couldn't answer."
Whether it is a rainstorm, heavy rain, or drizzle, Shen Xihe particularly likes rainy days. If it rains at night, she will sleep soundly with the rain as her pillow. If it rains during the day, listening to the sound of rain, it seems that no matter how much sorrow there is, it can disappear like the clouds and the sun.
"I understand." Xiao Huayong's lips suddenly opened, his eyes gentle, "Just as I am pleased."
I can’t say why I’m attracted to you, I just feel happy when I see you.
Shen Xihe couldn't help but turn her head and glance at him in an indescribable manner, and took back her wet hands. Before she turned around to get the handkerchief, her wrist was pinched by five strong fingers. Xiao Huayong had already taken out the handkerchief from his arms and placed it on her palm. With gentle movements and a focused gaze, he carefully wiped the rain off her hand.
There was a picture of Ping Zhongye on the handkerchief, like a butterfly spreading its wings to fly. This was the one she gave to Xiao Huayong.
"The rain is cold, and girls are delicate. Even if you like it, don't hurt yourself." Xiao Huayong wiped Shen Xihe's hands dry. Feeling the coldness on her fingertips, he held her hands in his palms, as if to warm them up.
Shen Xihe struggled but failed to break free, so she just let him be.
Xiao Huayong felt a sweet feeling welling up in his heart as he realized that she was becoming more and more indulgent in his touch and closeness. However, his joy did not last long, as Pearl came with an umbrella and brought two cloaks.
Zhenzhu wanted to put a cloak on Shen Xihe, but Xiao Huayong reluctantly let go of her hand and handed the other one to Biyu. Biyu was about to help Xiao Huayong put it on, but Xiao Huayong raised his hand to stop her, grabbed the cloak and put it on himself. The size was just right for her.
Xiao Huayong couldn't help but look down at it, then touched it lovingly, and then asked with a hint of excitement: "This cloak..."
"I made a cloak for my brother. Your Highness is almost the same size as my brother." Shen Xihe's words broke Xiao Huayong's fantasy.
Shen Yun'an and Xiao Huayong are about the same height, but Shen Yun'an is more muscular, while Xiao Huayong is not thin either, but more well-proportioned.
Xiao Huayong suddenly felt awkward again. Shen Xihe saw this and thought he was unwilling to share it with others, so he said, "The cloak has been made but has not yet been sent to the northwest. It is brand new, so Your Highness can rest assured."
Xiao Huayong pursed his lips and moved his mouth, but he couldn't tell Shen Xihe about the discomfort in his heart. If he was jealous of his own brother, Shen Xihe might feel that he cared about her. But if he was jealous of his uncle as well, Shen Xihe would probably think that he was being unreasonable.
Suddenly, an idea came to his mind and Xiao Huayong couldn't help laughing again.