The Floating Island in November was shrouded in damp, cold sea fog.
At 5 a.m., a massive cumulonimbus cloud drifted over the island, pouring down torrential rain.
The drizzling rain washed over the cobblestone paths, sweeping away dust and sand, leaving the ground, rooftops, and sky exceptionally clean.
At 6 a.m., Lu Xiaoyou pulled back a corner of the curtain, looking at the scene outside through the raindrop-covered glass.
Through the filter of raindrops and glass, the outside scenery seemed like a hazy impressionist painting.
At this moment, the morning sun had just peeked over the horizon, its pale golden light unable to dispel the clouds lingering over the island.
Lu Xiaoyou was wearing a classic Baroque style robe as she stretched lazily and walked to the bedside.
She leaned down and planted a kiss on the man's forehead.
"Good morning, Little Liangliang~ Today we can finally leave this place~"
