The relentless drizzle mirrored the pouring of a water jug, filling the countryside with a coolness that spread far and wide.
Early spring's sudden downpour brought wave after wave of chill, as if a mighty flood had inundated the Xiaoxiang countryside. Yet, it also turned the thousand trees near the riverbank to a sweeping green, with one peak beyond the sky a boundless blue.
Dan Zhao Pavilion.
Having just returned to the pavilion, Lu Lianrong removed his soaked jacket and casually threw away the reed hat.
Raising his water-stained sleeves, he wiped his face haphazardly, his fatigue and exhaustion making him look even older. Only after drinking two cups of tea did his spirit somewhat revive.
