East China, Beihai.
As the green lights turned on, the wild Blue Silver Grass flooded the entire street.
A light drizzle fell as Bai Hu looked up at the sky, which was overcast with dense clouds, showing no signs of clearing.
The surrounding vehicles resembled sailboats on the sea, drifting away amidst the surging Blue Silver Grass, with drivers and passengers already lulled into slumber with its aid.
It wasn't until the area was entirely cleared that the Blue Silver Grass, covering the ground, tightened and compressed again, almost crushing those within.
Silently watching the blue silver cage, Bai Hu remained motionless.
Her hair, along with the Blue Silver Grass, was soaked; she had no umbrella and didn't want one.
Getting drenched in the rain felt like a blissful experience.
For in the Old World, rain was a luxury that ordinary people couldn't afford.
She extended her hand, feeling the chill and moisture of the raindrops, a life force that permeated her heart.
