It must be said, the words of the villagers who had lived here for generations were very soothing. The tourists, who feared being trapped in the scenic area if the rain continued, calmed down again.
But this sense of calm didn't last long before it was shattered. As the rain continued unabated and the river rose, nearly flooding Red Dust, the tourists panicked again. They could no longer heed the villagers' experiences and began leaving the scenic area in droves. Soon, Yun Shuangshuang's Red Dust was deserted.
Although the villagers repeatedly assured her that there was no problem, Yun Shuangshuang felt anxious as she watched the gloomy, incessant rain. She had a foreboding that something was about to happen, but no matter how she searched her past life's memories, she couldn't think of what it might be.
