In the dark night, a cool breeze gently blew, and the shadows of the trees swayed!
The room in the courtyard flickered with a dim light the size of soybeans.
Gurgle gurgle.
On a stone stool in the courtyard, a figure sat with a gourd wine jug in hand. Taking a sip, he swallowed it, feeling it burn like a flame inside.
"Meng Die, what is the real reason? Why won't you recognize me?" The man muttered to himself, holding the wine jug, and took another swig.
Creak.
In the courtyard, a wooden door to a room opened. The Rain King walked out, saw the man sitting on the stone stool, and exclaimed with surprise, "Mr. Lin, you're awake?"
"Yes."
Lin Mo put down the wine jug in his hand and looked at the Rain King.
