The sudden rain at night came abruptly and ended just as quickly. It seemed that those deeply asleep hadn't even noticed.
After the baptism of rain, a natural fragrance of soil emanated from the ground of the farm, with the moon peeking out from behind the clouds and illuminating the ground in silvery white, much like early winter frost.
"Jiao is exhausted," Little White Jiao lay motionless in the space, unable to help but complain to Xiao Xian.
"Isn't it just making you create artificial rain with space lake water? Look at the sugarcane seedling, so composed, didn't even make a sound," On the large kang bed of the farm that could accommodate five people sleeping side by side, Zhang Yiyi slept in a "spread-eagled" position, and Zeng Xuerou was also soundly asleep. In the rural night, with no noise of cars rolling over the roads, only the sparse chirping of insects, both of them had a peaceful night's sleep, completely oblivious that one person was missing from the kang bed.
