In the pavilion, within the cool shadow, the drizzle lightly fell as Miss Yun leaned against the railing to rest.
Not far from the pavilion was the Inner Lake of Mu Yu Peak, which, due to rising waters, had merged with the streams, flooding to the very edge of the small pavilion. Yun Qian only needed to stretch her foot slightly to touch the flowing water.
The scenery of overflowing water was incredibly beautiful, mingling with the sound of rain to bring peace to the mind.
Yun Qian quietly admired the surrounding landscape, her expression very serious.
She felt a little stuffy, so she removed her veil, taking a few breaths of fresh air.
Then, Yun Qian reached out toward the outside of the pavilion, only to feel the warm breeze, a touch of smoke rain caressing her face, and the colorful lanterns on the distant boat reflecting on the water.
Before Xu Chang'an left, he left a stream of Spiritual Qi for her, protecting her from being affected by the cold.
