章節 67: Chapter 67 Amo, I'm Sorry_1

That night, a cool breeze rustled outside the window, making the night a little chilly.

Qiao Xiaon'an had a very long dream in which she found herself in a different world surrounded by many odd plants that grew so tall they blocked out the sunlight. She dreamt that she was holding Amo's hand one moment, but suddenly he was gone.

She searched and searched,

searched and searched...

The farther she went, the colder and more lifeless it became.

When she woke up, she realized she had kicked off her blanket.

And Amo, who had been next to her, had vanished.

A cool spring morning breeze blew in from the window. It seemed to have rained last night, which probably explained the slight chill in the air.

She heard that "Grain Rain" is the last seasonal term in spring, and once it rains on Grain Rain, there would be no more rain in spring.

But it was the third day after Grain Rain today, and why was there still rain?