Fine drizzle fell gently with the breeze.
Though it was the depth of winter, with many regions still locked in a thousand miles of ice, Hamburg was as warm as spring. People had no choice but to shed their down jackets, stepping in sneakers through puddles formed by melting snow and ice, letting the fine rain drift across their faces while the streets and alleys were hazy with mist.
Chu Zihang did not like rainy days.
Chapter 89