C147 metachronous

Early in the morning, the sun quietly climbed up into the sky, illuminating the cloudless clear blue sky.

It was in the middle of April, and the last bit of snow had been melted by the warm sun in the middle of spring. It was currently the happiest season in Cang Lan City, and the weather had gradually warmed up.

Zhou Tong rubbed his blurry eyes and yawned. It was great to be back home