雨还在下，哗啦啦砸得人心烦。苏婉踢了踢脚下湿漉漉的青石板路，咕哝一句：“这鬼天气，跟卖惨似的。”她裹紧了身上的油纸伞，伞骨裂开一道小口子，几滴雨水顺着缝隙漏下来，砸在她脚边形成一小滩水洼。

她这是在赌气。.drawn from the consequences of her recent decision to reject a marriage proposal from a wealthy but unattractive suitor. Lord Chang's son had been persistent, offering her a life of comfort and security, but the thought of spending her days with a man who couldn't hold a conversation made her skin crawl. So she'd refused him, saying she needed time to think about her future. Now, she was wandering the streets of the capital, trying to clear her head.

The rain was relentless, and the streets were empty except for a few other淋湿了的人们 hurrying by.苏婉 found herself drawn to a small teahouse near the market, its warm glow visible through the rain-streaked windows. She pushed open the door, finding herself in a cozy space filled with the aroma of tea and the sound of gentle conversation.

A young man was staffing the counter, his apron stained with flour. He looked up as she entered, offering her a warm smile.