, finally connected together, and in the blink of an eye the city regained its color.

The sparrows on the telephone pole shook off the water, and the stray dogs walked by wet on the roadside. Pedestrians who saw that the rain had stopped stretched out their hands to test, looked up at the sky, and put away their umbrellas. There were puddles on the ground.

The water reflects the blue sky in a divided manner.

As the sun sets over the western mountains, there are still several black clouds in the far west, which are now being crossed to Phnom Penh, while the continuous cumulus clouds in the east are rolling like an avalanche in the sky, all painted orange.

When we arrived at the old street, water dripped from the trees and eaves.

"I never said it, thank you for choosing me then."

Suo Guan chose the bracelet, the demon chose the mask, and the Youhuang, the married woman, chose herself.

The wedding girl shook her head and said nothing.

She just leaned forward again and kissed Feng Wuli's forehead gently. Feng Wuli closed his eyes, feeling her tenderness.

When I opened my eyes, my own shadow was back.

She said nothing, but she said everything.

When he returned to the incense shop, Wang Xilou was sitting under the eaves of the courtyard to protect him from the rain, holding needle and thread and a piece of his clothes in his hands.

"I'm back."

Without raising her head, she twisted the needle and thread with her fingers and looked at the clothes in her hands seriously: "Your clothes are unstitched, I will sew them for you."
Chapter completed!