Rose Rain

Perish at the peak of snowfall, part ways at the height of love. Within the heavily guarded Shao residence, there was an unspoken rule: if Miss Ye Shuwei climbed over the wall or slipped through a window in the middle of the night, just pretend you didn’t see it. Every night, Shao Yun would leave a lamp lit at his bedside. And only after the agile girl, as light-footed as a cat, bringing with her the coolness of the night air, slipped into his arms, would he extinguish the light and softly say, “Good night, my little rose.” Since her youth, Ye Shuwei had been plagued by sleepless nights, haunted by endless wails and cries whenever she closed her eyes. Only in his presence could she find ...