Can it still be passed down after thousands of years?
Impossible to understand.
For now, one can only say that existence is justified. At first, Qianqian could hold back and not make a sound.
As time went on, she couldn't hear her own voice anymore.
Only...
Swish, the rain started pouring again in the latter half of the night. In the oppressive darkness, a drizzling rain filled the steps.
Jiang Nian got up early and mopped the steps with a half-dry mop. He also emptied the water from the flower pots while he was at it.
The sky was gray and wet. The asphalt road, soaked by the rain, looked like a piece of black, dry bread.
"The floor's being mopped over and over again." He leaned on the mop and murmured to himself, "I need to buy another one next time."
It was already bright, and Jiang Nian was working.
Breakfast was placed in the rest area, waiting for the two girls to wake up. Just a quick heat up in the microwave wouldn't affect the taste.
