C478 I Knew It Was a Trap

Chu Yan recalled that in years past, the spring rains wouldn't begin until late February or early March, often heralded by the rumble of spring thunder.

Yet this year, a spring shower at the end of January persisted for three full days. The rain was tender and persistent, shrouding the earth in a veil of misty drizzle.

The air was tinged with a cool freshness.

That afternoon, Chu Yan