Wu Long and Ye Ling sat on a terrace overlooking a garden. A light rain was drizzling, the raindrops hitting the stone paving of the garden paths and the roof tiles above them creating an uneven and yet melodic sound.
Like most of times they spent together in this particular way they did not really exchange much words, only sometimes talking in a low and peaceful voices, mostly content with just each other's presence.
Wu Mengqi sometimes jokingly called this Old Couple Time, which both Ye Ling and Wu Long unironically found quite an apt name for it.
However, once in a while, when they did have something to discuss, one of them would open up the talk during this time.
"I must admit, it is hard to not do anything and let her be", Ye Ling spoke with a wry smile.
