Chapter 188: Scattered firecrackers, blue smoke drifting in the rain
(I) The rain treated the umbrella like a drumhead, tapping out its own rhythm upon it. Ripples spread through the puddles on the road, splashing high as cars sped past,…
(I) The rain treated the umbrella like a drumhead, tapping out its own rhythm upon it. Ripples spread through the puddles on the road, splashing high as cars sped past,…