Chapter 739: The Newborn

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 white quilt slipped from her body, revealing a snow-white and soft shoulder, which seemed to be a little cold, she clasped her hands around her shoulders, bent her knees and leaned against the back of the bed, looking out of the window at the autumn rain, in a daze, and was silent for a long time.

Fall is a season that can easily affect one's mood, the kind of effect that is not good or bad, it's not a clear-cut feeling, but it always makes you feel alienated.

The fall rains are fall