The sun is shining brightly.
In the blue sky, a few wispy white clouds drift here and there.
After the rain, the weather is clear, that's what this sight should be.
Last week, when the weather was stiflingly hot, on the day Tang Huai and Kong Wenwu went to find Wang Xiaoting, the sky was still covered with dark clouds.
When they returned, it kept pouring rain for two days, and it started to clear up yesterday.
No more clouds in the sky, just a vast stretch of blue.
Though the sun shines brightly after the rain, the temperature isn't very high.
The weather people love most is this kind—everywhere feels fresh after being rinsed clean by the rain.
Gu Jiajia sat in the corridor, idly playing with a fan.
The morning sunlight slanted across, forcing her to squint as she watched passersby going back and forth.
Occasionally, a passerby would greet her, and sometimes she feigned happiness in response, while other times she responded absent-mindedly.
