Midsummer had arrived, and the rain began to fall more frequently in Changyue Mansion.

The drizzle, not knowing when, turned into a downpour, soaking the mountains and rivers, and erasing the bamboo forests. Between the bamboos, the deer cried softly, their calls clear and empty.

The rain pattered on the pond, and beneath it, the sound of water droplets was melodious and pleasing to the ear.

Like a song, like a lament.