The first weekend after the Start of Summer, pouring rain.
If the spring breeze in March is like scissors, then the gale in May is a machete.
Chopping the entire World into pieces.
The rain of May already has a bit of summer's passion. Before dawn, bean-sized raindrops were already clattering against the window glass, playing a lullaby for the young Wizards still asleep.
There was no class today.
Zheng Qing finally slept in for once.
It wasn't until Dylan, who'd had a late-night class, came back to the dorm drenched from head to toe that he slowly rolled down from the Six-pillar bed and shuffled toward the washroom. Fatty Cat Tuan Tuan, rare for once, hadn't curled itself into a ball, but was standing on the Fat Wizard's chair, tiptoeing on its paws, tail hanging down, forehead pressed to the glass, gazing deeply at the rain outside.
"What are you looking at?"
