It was raining, the notebook had already sought shelter under a wooden board.
Jia Yan's massive body was in the midst of these shrubs, bathing in rainwater.
Drop by drop, the rainfall dripped on his head. In all the time since his rebirth, this was the first time he enjoyed the sensation of rain so peacefully.
This sensation was quite peculiar. He, who should have splendid defenses, was feeling the rain. This was different for Jia Yan, but he was still experiencing the rain's touch.
Very peculiar.
It felt as if he was wiping dust off his soul.
Every droplet of rain seemed like a pearl agate, dripping down one by one.
Jia Yan looked up towards the sky overhead. At this point, he could feel the coldness coming from the rain. However, he could still bear it, and he wanted his body to remember this chilling feeling!
