The evening rainbow fades into the slanted sun across the dusky frontier sky, leaving half the landscape veiled in the traces of rain.

As her fingertips lifted from the black and white keys, the cheerful melody drew to a close. Chen Ruowen stood up and offered a smile to the small, expectant faces gazing up at her from the classroom.

"Alright, that’s all for today’s lesson. Your homework is to learn the first verse of the song I just taught you. I’ll be checking it next time."

The little heads in front of her nodded like bobbing garlic.

In the back row of the classroom, several tall figures—who looked quite out of place among the cute children—finally snapped out of their trance, shaking their heads in dazed admiration.

"Sister Wen’s piano playing is just too beautiful. I think I’m intoxicated," Mo Xiaoxin said, clasping her hands to her chest with a look of adoration.

Wu Jie nodded. "It is beautiful, but isn’t it a bit too difficult to teach village children using a Golden Angle top ten hit?"

"You guys are so cultured," Ma Yunan said, leaning against the back wall with a weary, drooping expression. "I just want to say one thing right now."

"What is it?"

Ma Yunan glanced at Bai Jinyan on his left. "Brother Yan, the grudge of stealing one's wife is irreconcilable!"

Bai Jinyan gave a cold "oh," moved his right foot, hooked the leg of Ma Yunan’s chair, and yanked it forward.

With a loud thud, Ma Yunan landed on his backside, drawing muffled giggles from the onlookers.

Chen Ruowen knew she shouldn't be teaching first-graders this kind of music, but... it was all she knew. She hadn't even heard of appropriate children's songs, let alone how to sing or play them.

After class, Little Raindrop trotted up to the podium, clinging to the edge of the desk as he looked up at her.

"Teacher Chen, you said this song is about a story in the rain, right?"

Seeing her nod, the boy’s eyes brightened. "Rainbow Village hasn't had rain for four months... Teacher Chen, will it rain here again?"

Chen Ruowen reached out, her palm hovering a centimeter from the boy’s head before pausing, then gently patting his shoulder instead.

"It definitely will."

"Really?"

"Of course. My word has never failed."

Ma Yunan rubbed his backside as he climbed back onto his stool and bumped Bai Jinyan. "So, that day she said only her parents and her husband could call her 'Wenwen'—does that count as her word never failing, too? Which one are you, Brother Yan?"

"Thud!"

Ma Yunan hit the floor again, looking both bewildered and aggrieved. "Brother Yan, that’s going too far!"

Although the concept of "one’s words becoming reality" didn't exist in the real world, following Chen Ruowen’s golden decree, it actually began to rain that very afternoon.

The children, who had been sitting quietly in their math lesson, couldn't stay still once they heard the rain. They kept glancing outside with distracted expressions. Seeing this, Mo Xiaoxin simply gave up on the lesson, closed her book, and let them go out to watch the rain.

"It’s raining! It’s really raining!"

Pairs of innocent eyes followed the falling droplets. Someone took the lead, and the children cheered as they rushed out of the classroom, holding up their little hands to catch the rain, exposing themselves to the downpour without reservation.

The adults working on the back hill stopped their labor, took off their straw hats, and grinned at the sight of the rain.

The group sitting in the back of the classroom was not as happy. Because there were plenty of hands on deck and the children were split into only two grades, there wasn't much teaching to do. Aside from preparing lunch at noon, everyone liked to hang out in the back of the classroom to observe and learn from each other.

"Sister Wen, teach me too!" Ma Yunan suddenly looked at Chen Ruowen while everyone else was watching the commotion.

"Teach you what?" Chen Ruowen asked, puzzled.

"The Great Art of Prophecy!" Ma Yunan said excitedly. "You said it would rain, and it rained—that’s way better than a weather forecast! I want to learn that skill so I can predict myself passing the entrance exam for Nanda!"

Chen Ruowen rolled her eyes. "Then you’ll have to be reincarnated first."

Watching the rain get heavier, Chen Ruowen felt a bit gloomy. People in these mountains craved rain like they craved life, but now that it was raining, the rest of the lessons would likely be canceled.

She really just wanted to go back and sleep... Should she just dash out into the rain?

Perhaps sensing her intent, Bai Jinyan gently took hold of her wrist. "Don't move, I’ll go get an umbrella."

Without waiting for a reply, he rushed out into the rain. Five minutes later, he returned with two umbrellas. He handed one to Mo Xiaoxin and the others, then wrapped his arm around Chen Ruowen’s shoulder and opened his umbrella.

"Let’s go."

The umbrella was tilted entirely toward Chen Ruowen, shielding her completely. Even though the rain was heavy, not a single drop touched her. On the other side, however, Bai Jinyan’s shoulder was exposed to the downpour, and his clothes were soaked through.

Chen Ruowen let out a frustrated sigh. This man... he made it impossible to stay angry at him.

"You should go take a shower first. Your clothes are all wet."

Bai Jinyan closed the umbrella and shook his head. "You go first."

Chen Ruowen glared at him, annoyed, and retreated to her room, leaving Bai Jinyan standing there in confusion. Why was she angry again? Why had she been so angry lately?

I didn't provoke her, did I? Is it that time of the month?

"Women are truly strange..." Bai Jinyan muttered to himself, heading to his room to grab clothes before stepping into the first-floor bathroom.

After showering, Bai Jinyan walked to the balcony at the back of the villa. He leaned against the railing, staring blankly at the mountain forest, which suddenly looked clearer after the rain.

"What’s so interesting about a bald, broken mountain?"

No one but Chen Ruowen would utter such a grumpy complaint. She had also changed, and a few damp strands of hair rested on her shoulders, stripping away some of her sharpness and leaving her looking more gentle.

Bai Jinyan looked back at her. "Why didn't you dry your hair?"

"The voltage is weak; the dryer is too slow."

Bai Jinyan shook his head, went back to the bedroom to fetch a towel, and wrapped it around her long hair. "Then just towel-dry it. Blowing it with cold air will give you a headache."

His movements were a bit clumsy, but his expression was earnest. The snowy white towel wrapped around her dark hair as he rubbed gently, carefully absorbing the water droplets from every strand.

Chen Ruowen resignedly closed her eyes. *Sigh, forget it. I really have fallen for him.*

"Do you know why this place is called Rainbow Village?" Bai Jinyan asked softly while drying her hair.

"Why?"

"You'll see in a moment."

"You’re being so mysterious."

As the towel slid to the tips of her hair, Bai Jinyan wiped away the last of the moisture and gently stroked her locks. Chen Ruowen leaned back into his embrace.

"Are you still angry?" Bai Jinyan asked.

Chen Ruowen rolled her eyes at him. *So, this guy knew she was angry the whole time?*

The two stood quietly in each other's arms on the balcony. After an unknown amount of time, the rain slowly subsided, and the sky cleared once more.

The bare hills and the vast forest still held traces of the heavy rain. In the glow of the evening sunset, a long, arched rainbow stretched across the horizon.