C711 Resonance

Chu Qing sat in the car and slowly closed his eyes. Then, he seemed to have had a dream.

The sky, the clouds, the raindrops, and the faint light.

The distant sky was like a piece of paper soaked in blue dye. The edge of the clouds was trimmed by the wind in an unorganized manner. There were transparent raindrops falling from the sky, and the heavy and moist part slowly covered the sun