Bab 1140: Chapter 1139 hazy

Early morning.

The rainy pontoon harbor was filled with hazy beauty.

The newly-born green plants shook their leaves, expressing their shock at the impact they had just received. The more tender the leaves were, the more weak and powerless they were in the face of Raindrops.

The rain was sometimes heavy and sometimes small, sometimes strong and sometimes weak. When it was weak, it was like a gentle breeze blowing on one’s face, stirring one’s heart. When it was strong, it was like a violent storm, wishing that it could stack all the leaves together and ravage them.