February 20, Saturday.

The weather is overcast.

Yesterday's rain lasted until midnight, and it didn't stop until early morning.

Early in the morning, Zheng Qing pushed open the window, and a cold and damp smell mixed with the smell of soil and flowers rushed over his face, which made him shiver involuntarily, and tightened his robe.

When the pattering raindrops of the world fall on the ground in early spring, they are already in a semi-solidified state, and when the cold wind blows,

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