The drizzle was like silver threads hanging between heaven and earth, scattering over the intricately designed pavilions and towers of Zhuozheng Garden, as well as the shimmering lakes and lotus ponds.
Raindrops created tiny ripples on the surface of the lake, layers of waves spread out, adding a touch of hazy poetry to this famous Jiangnan garden, but also inexplicably tinged with melancholy.
In Zhuozheng Garden, Liuting Pavilion appeared even more desolate amidst the misty rain.
The crimson window lattice, soaked by the rain, deepened in color, like a heavy mark left by the passage of time.
However, at this moment, Liuting Pavilion was tightly enveloped in an eerie and bloody atmosphere, sending chills down one's spine.
Upon stepping into Liuting Pavilion, one could see five corpses lying in a prismatic formation on the ground.
Rainwater drifted in through the open lattices, wantonly soaking the bodies and the ground.
