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The rain drizzled on, and there had been no sight of the sun for half a month.
The mountains of Lan City washed by the endless downpour seemed to sink into a realm of misty aquatic clouds.
The green hills were out of view, and ancient buildings were shrouded in haze.
Xiujiang Mansion, standing on the bank of the river, was even more enshrouded in the mist of rain, obscuring the view of the streets and park-goers from those living in the high floors.
Enshrouded in a short jacket and a piece of fabric-scented purple shawl, a woman stood on the study's balcony. Her eyes rippled with emotion, her lips like powdered peach, her unadorned cheeks still exquisitely charming. But her brows appeared to be locked with the rainy mist, revealing a touch of melancholy and strands of unease.
While others worried about the ceaseless rain, the concern that floodwaters might invade the roads and residential areas, her worry was for the person lying in a feverish delirium.
