It started to rain on Fuyu Mountain before noon. It was just a drizzle at first. The sky was clear and cool. He went up the mountain to pay homage to Yaoguang's former capital, but he and Murong Li parted on bad terms. The drizzle was like silk and hair, but it tenaciously wetted the thin summer clothes. The cold autumn feeling followed the hazy rain and mist and penetrated into the bones, freezing to the bone.
After all, things have changed. Gongsun Qian couldn't help but sigh.
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