After the rain cleared, the world was bright and pristine.
The concrete yard Zhou Li himself had poured was uneven and had collected quite a bit of water, much like the tiled roof of the house opposite, which the heavy rain had washed clean. However, at the outer edge of the courtyard where flowers were planted, many petals had fallen, mixed with the water, and stuck to the ground.
"Zhou Ni, come play!"
Tuanzi ran around the yard joyfully. Her four little paws splashed in the water as she occasionally leaped high like a rabbit, landing with a THUD, all to stir up the water.
Zhou Li, on the other hand, held a mottled bamboo broom, sweeping the water in the courtyard.
"SWISH, SWISH..."
The mottled bamboo broom was very stiff. It made a crisp swishing sound as it rubbed against the hard ground, its rhythm slow, carrying a tranquil feeling.
