The wind returns, the clouds stop, the rain begins to clear, and the light returns to the lakeside, which is warm and bright again.
The red mountain apricot hair is scattered randomly, and the new green water grass grows flatly.
It's early spring in the south of the Yangtze River, and there's a steady drizzle. The warm sunshine in early spring is not yet warm enough to melt the winter chill condensed in the air. A cool breeze carrying tiny raindrops blew by. It immediately made the thinly clothed person standing on the shore tremble.
Zhan Zhao rubbed his sleeves, which were stained dark blue by moisture, and thought helplessly that if that person saw him like this, he would probably...