Doting on the Palm Concubine

This is a rainy night, this is also a catastrophe. The autumn rain is misty, and the fine rain strands are entangled and disturbed, like a dense spider web, trapping the loneliness of the entire autumn. The rain is actually not heavy, but it makes people feel confused. It is as hazy as a thousand miles of mist, and they can't tell the direction. Halfway up the mountain, I saw a black shadow running quickly, and the steps were so light, just like the mist of the rain. Perhaps because of the annoying rain, looking from the shadows, the heroic face showed an extremely unhappy expression. He is as fast as lightning, he is as swift as an eagle...