Nobody knew when it started to rain. It was only sprinkling but the chill in the air swept away the heat in late summer and early autumn.

Standing at the gate of Yuhui Nunnery, Wen Xichi turned back and stared at the cascading lofty Buddha halls which seemed much more tranquil in the dimness of the rain. However, he clearly knew that it was not the scene in his dream.

In that scene, it was also raining but he was not standing here but lying in the bed next to a ...