C1467 Rose Boy Riding the Wind
The spring rain must have come in order to melt the winter ice.
The rain had stopped on Tuesday morning, but the temperature had plummeted.
The campus was covered in a layer of white fog.
Lin Fengxu pressed the alarm clock in the basket on the bed and looked at the time.
It was five past six.
The curtains of the dormitory were a thin layer of cloth as thin as a cicada's wing
