C56 Whose Handkerchief Is It

In the middle of the morning, the wind blew through the trees, carrying moisture and coolness.

Mu Yi An stretched out his hand to feel the flow of the wind, whispering, "It seems like it's going to rain."

Yi Xiaoqiao sat against the railing and rolled his eyes at him. "Tsk, pretending again. Do you know when it will rain? "

"The water vapor is great, the swallows are flying low