On the second day after Qingming, the sparse rain stopped.
From the morning, the sunrise slowly rose, and the golden sunlight sprinkled over the sights of Landon, everywhere glimmering as if a layer of fine gold dust had been scattered.
The rain stopped, and the green leaves, after being washed, showed vibrant vitality.
In early spring, Landon's scenery, although desolate, was exceptionally beautiful.
Looking far and wide, the green willows were just beginning to yellow, not yet even, enveloping all of Landon in endless vitality.
A rain that lasted ten days finally ceased.
The sun, through the glass window, refracted multicolored rays, lingering and graceful, like a rainbow, like paintbrush strokes.
The scenery was infinitely beautiful.
Jasmine Yale stood at the window of the hospital room in slippers, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders, making her skin look somewhat pale.
