There is rain in Qingzhou.

The early fall rain kept falling, falling in the dashing world of autumn, misty and ghostly.

There was no morning, no sunset under the overcast sky, and when she opened her eyes, the high sky was still gray, and dense lines of water kept falling down, reflecting in her pupils like streams of light after streams of light, cold and psychedelic.

Her eyes went from blank to sober, followed by some frustration.

She slowly sat up from the bed, the ...