As Zhao Tian and Lan Shuqin stood among the crowd, watching the joyous wedding festivities... suddenly a distant rumble of thunder echoed through the night.
The warm glow of lanterns flickered as a sudden gust of wind swept through the town square, carrying the scent of rain.
Lan Shuqin tilted her head slightly, gazing at the sky. "It feels like it might—"
Before she could finish, a cool droplet landed on her cheek.
Then another.
Within moments, the gentle drizzle turned into a heavy downpour, drenching everything in its path.
Gasps and laughter erupted from the crowd as people scrambled for cover, shielding themselves with their sleeves or rushing toward the nearby buildings.
The musicians hurriedly packed their instruments, and the bride and groom were quickly ushered under a large canopy.
Zhao Tian blinked as rain cascaded down his face and his robes began to cling to his body.
