C397 Uncle Don't Strip Me of My Clothes
It had rained for days, and the weather had turned cold.
The River Restaurant opened the French windows and stood in front of the railing on the second floor. From here, he could see the roses that Mother Jiang wore, looking listless and dispirited in the misty rain.
The rain wasn't heavy, but it was depressing to watch. As he stood there, the air was thick with rain