C1996 People Are Always Obsessed with the past

The gentle patter of rain subtly filled the room, mingling with the soft sound of breathing. On a bed cluttered with stuffed pillows, two figures lay back-to-back, enveloped in a strangely somber atmosphere.

"I'm turning off the light," Yao Ziyan whispered, punctuating the quietude.

"Mhm," Qingyuan murmured in response.

As the comforting glow faded, twilight crept in from every corner