After a night passed, the rain in Jiang City had stopped, the weather cleared up, and the golden sunshine bathed the earth. It was a scene full of vitality, making one mistakenly believe that the tragedy last night was just a dream.
The rain in Beicheng was still falling intermittently.
At eight in the morning, in the villa of Yunding Palace, Cheng Jin turned on the TV, listening to the sound as she carried out her daily cleaning tasks, while the rain poured outside, making the interior feel even more empty and cold.
