By the time it was nearly three in the morning, a torrential downpour suddenly hit Jiuzhaigou, and our group was blocked inside the guesthouse, sleeping straight through to the next afternoon before waking up one by one, yawning.
Tang Xing, holding a rinse cup, brushed his teeth while complaining, "I told you there was going to be rain, but Chen Jin had to argue with me, saying not to believe the nonsense weather forecast. Look now."
The trip to Jiuzhaigou had been a spontaneous decision, and before setting out, nobody really thought to check the weather.
A trip embarked on a whim wouldn't easily be postponed due to the weather.
Jiang Shuyao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass, looking at the lotus leaves in the pond outside, washed by the rain, and felt a faint sense of melancholy.
These days had been strange, it seemed no matter how much fun she had, whenever she was alone and quiet, she couldn't help but let her thoughts wander.
What exactly was she worried about?
