The early morning of early summer, the air was sultry.
Liuhe Village, named after being adjacent to the Liuhe River.
After a night's rest, Gu Zhiqing's complexion did not improve; instead, her face grew even paler; every cough brought out a trace of blood.
At this moment, she was sitting at the doorstep of a courtyard, resting her chin in one hand, gazing into the distance at the Northern Mountain.
In this mountain, she and he had experienced so much, and the relationship between them had undergone a huge change.
No matter how pale her complexion was, it couldn't hide those eyes of hers that were as deep and moving as autumn waters.
Unconsciously, there was an aura of ethereal spirit.
A wave of sultry wind swept by, clouds covered the sky, and suddenly a light drizzle began to fall from the long skies.
This weather during the plum rain season is truly unpredictable.
