C627 Lian City

Jiangnan in May already had a hint of summer.

The weeping willows on the banks of the Raksha River had already sprouted many green buds. Many migratory birds were also struggling to nest in the exuberant trees, chirping to each other. They looked down from the trees at the people in all sorts of clothes. Occasionally, some of them would stop and look at the birds on the trees, pointing