The fragrant wind curls around, stone lotuses open and close, and fresh dew slides between the grass. Singing birds chirp joyfully, foxes wave their tails lightly, Jaguars roar lying down... The moon sets and the sun rises, after a night of sparse rain and sudden wind; in search of mystery, until backaches; picking flowers is invigorating, drunkenly unaware of returning home~~
The next morning, Xiulote walked slowly, stepping on the drizzling raindrops, returning to the great hall to discuss matters with the waiting Head Warrior. As for Nashu, who usually stood by his side, well, she was unable to move conveniently today and did not appear.
"The rainfall this month is still so abundant!"
Xiulote stood by the window, looking at the low-hanging clouds, reflecting on the wind and rain of the previous night. A slight smile appeared on his lips.
