C1060 Anvia I Understand!

In the early morning, Lo Chuan rose from his bed and approached the window, opening it to greet the day.

A brisk, damp breeze rushed in, carrying droplets that had collected on the window frame, spilling down to join the meandering rivulets of rainwater on the ground.

The world outside was shrouded in a dense veil of rain.

Yawning and stretching, invigorated by the crisp morning air