The gloomy sky could not hold out after all, letting down rice-sized raindrops that hammered against the tour bus with rhythmic thuds.
Liang Fei frowned slightly. For a moment, he worried that this long-overdue-for-the-scrap-heap bus might stall and break down on the road.
The bus slowly started moving, and in the rearview mirror, the lake gradually drifted away from Liang Fei's view.
Chapter 179