Zhong Min lay on the sofa and unknowingly fell asleep, not knowing how much time had passed, a thunderclap in the sky woke her up.
She quickly got up, feeling a little weak and dizzy all over, perhaps she caught a chill.
She went to the window to look at the silent night outside, at this time, everyone should be fast asleep.
Just as she stood there, it started to rain heavily, and she stood there silently, a figure suddenly appearing in her mind.
That was at Fangcun Mountain, on a stormy night as well, she and Xiang Yu were in a small house, rainwater leaking in with loud splats, the two of them constantly catching it with pots and pans.
Thinking of this, Zhong Min suddenly laughed, and she laughed happily.
At this moment, Xiang Yu was also standing on the balcony, looking up at the sky, lost in thought.
Though not in the same city, they were under the same sky.
