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The setting sun cast scattered gold over the Great Marsh, the water shimmering with a hazy golden luster.
Liang Qu leaned on the railing, the river wind lifting his forehead hair.
Should he tell Xu Yuelong that the bait by his hand was actually a bucket of yellow mud?
A battle waged within him...
"Ah, it's raining."
Liang Qu looked up, suddenly feeling specks of water on his face, and then the world was shrouded in a misty veil of moisture.
In the orange sunset, threads of rain fell like cow hair, the river breeze and fine drizzle blending together, quickly dropping the temperature.
"Why does it always rain in Huaiyin Prefecture? When I was in the Imperial Capital, it would either pour or stay dry for a whole month. Hey, got one!"
Xu Yuelong jiggled the fishing rod in his hands, gave a flick of his wrist, and a silver-white fish with a crooked mouth burst out of the water, splashing vigorously as it thrashed,