Chapter 349 The Mad Young Master 10 (1/2)

Chapter 349 Crazy Young Master 10 "So every time I have to build a small shed for them with old mats in advance. The sound of raindrops hitting the mats is muffled, unlike the sound of raindrops hitting the tiles."

"The herb seedlings can grow peacefully and safely by drinking water under the shed."

"I love going to the garden after the rain. The soil is wet, and the smell of grass and herbs is wonderful."

"Every leaf was washed clean by the rain, glistening with raindrops, like tiny crystals..."

Then Zixi started talking about the small herb garden she managed.

Zi Xi's voice, mingling with the continuous, dense rain outside the window, didn't sound like she was trying to soothe someone; it sounded more like she was chatting with someone who wouldn't answer.

"Now try taking a deep breath, and then slowly and evenly exhaling..."

In the intervals of this steady narration, she subtly guided the conversation.

Zi Xi's voice was gentle, with a hypnotic rhythm.

Lu Qianhan was initially on high alert, focusing all her attention on the annoying thunder, ignoring her words and becoming even more irritated.

But gradually, without realizing it, Lu Qianhan's attention was drawn from the deafening thunder to her voice.

As he listened to her describe the starry sky in the countryside, his mind unconsciously followed her voice, imagining the starry sky after a thunderstorm.

Indeed, I'm somewhat inclined to go and see it.

As he listened to her tell the story of the herb garden, he could almost smell the fresh scent of earth and plants after the rain.

He still hated thunder, but the noise of thunder seemed to offer a slight outlet for his frustration.

When she spoke another gentle, guiding voice, his tightly clenched jaw loosened almost imperceptibly.

Although the rise and fall of the chest cavity was still obvious, the suffocating feeling that was about to burst seemed to have eased a little.

He subconsciously followed her guidance, which was almost in sync with her breathing rhythm, and tried to take a deep breath into his abdomen.

Then slowly control your breathing to exhale.

Time and time again.

This simple abdominal breathing, combined with Su Zixi's requiem-like voice, produced an unexpected effect.

The turbulent energy that had been raging within him seemed to be gently smoothed out by an invisible hand.

Although it hasn't completely subsided, it's no longer so sharp and piercing.

The thunder outside the window seemed to have gradually weakened, no longer a continuous series of explosions, but a dull rumble.

The rain hadn't let up, but the sound of it pouring down now sounded more like white noise.

After a long silence, Zi Xi thought he might have fallen asleep.

A very low, hoarse voice came from the darkness of the inner room, almost drowned out by the sound of rain.

"...I really hate this kind of weather."

This sentence was spoken very softly.

But this was the first time he had shown such genuine and unguarded emotions in front of her, or perhaps in front of any outsider.

Zi Xi did not respond immediately, nor did she try to find out the reason behind this disgust.

"The rain will eventually stop. Goodnight."

After a long while, she responded slowly in the same gentle voice, her tone devoid of perfunctoriness, only a calm and certain statement of facts.

Lu Qianhan didn't say goodnight again, nor did she speak again; it seemed she had really fallen asleep.

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West of the city, the Forget-Worry Tea House.

The name is elegant, but the location is extremely clever and hidden, tucked away deep in a winding old alley, with a narrow and inconspicuous storefront.