The drizzle is like the mist, the faint and hazy feeling, the continuous and warm world, shrouded around, like a dreamlike fantasy.

open the window, listen to the sound of the drizzle in the distance. The drizzle in front of you is fine and the wind is fine. Listen to the sound of splashing water under the eaves, touch the soft rain, and dye it with peace and contentment.

yanzixin rubs her bleary eyes. She gets up from the bed and sees yanruoxue standing by the window. Her sweet and childish voice comes out, "Mommy, you are in a daze again."

when she heard the voice, Yan Ruoxue turned around....