C164 The Proud Daughter of Heaven Lauren

Summer nights are fleeting, with time slipping away as quickly as a blink of an eye.

As the chorus of cicadas fades, autumn seems to arrive just as swiftly.

Perhaps due to last night's rain, the morning air in Wrunwood is exceptionally fresh, albeit tinged with a chill.

Today boasts a clear sky, the blue expanse and blazing sun a rare sight in the smog-laden Beijing.

Overnight