Leaving the cemetery, the sky had completely cleared up.
The mountain path after the rain had its flagstones thoroughly washed clean. The air was filled with the fresh scent of mixed soil and grass, carrying a cool sweetness as it was drawn deep into the lungs.
Mu Qingxue's steps were noticeably lighter than when they had arrived. The invisible, heavy pressure on her shoulders seemed to have truly flowed away with the rain.
Chapter 160