A handsome young boy lay lazily on a massive branch of the old acacia tree at the entrance of Lishui Village, gazing up at the ink-black, star-dotted sky.
Beneath the acacia tree, a slender, pretty young girl looked up at the boy.
A gentle breeze rustled the swaying leaves of the acacia tree. In the tranquil little village, everything was peaceful and serene.
"Brother Pei, Dad took the villagers to offer incense at the Dragon King Temple in Linjiang again today... Do you think there are really Dragon Kings in this world?"
Lin Qianyan's brows furrowed slightly, her big eyes filled with curiosity.
"No."
The young Pei Yuhang, still gazing at the starry sky, casually dismissed the girl's innocent fantasy.
"Then why does it rain?"
"And floods, and terrible droughts... Isn't the Dragon King responsible for all that?"
