A continuous spell of dreary rain draped the air in a thick, heavy moisture, as though every breath one took was filled to the brim with damp vapor.
In such rather wretched weather, the streets were deserted, with barely a soul to be seen. Most people preferred to hide away at home, enjoying the warmth and dryness. After all, very few fellows cared to venture out in weather like this, and even Ling Luo, the most restless of them all, was no exception.
This was the seventh day since Ling Luo had returned, and also the seventh day since those few guests had moved in.
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