C255 In the courtyard

No matter what, Changmen Niepo liked rain. Whether it was spring rain, or summer rain, or autumn rain, or winter rain. In his eyes, Spring Rain, Summer Rain, Autumn Rain, and Winter Rain were actually all no different from each other.

Rain is rain.

If he had to call it the difference, perhaps it was the way he felt when he saw the rain. Even the spring moon, which had awoken all things