Chapter 717

The next day, it began to rain.

Raindrops pattered the shed like wooding birds.

Lan Li had woken up.

Before she opened her eyes, she felt a burst of swelling pain in her head. It was this kind of hard-to-work hangover.

She opened her sleepy eyes and glanced at the working room she was familiar with. Her brain was full of pain and she was struggling in the memories.

Lan Li was a little better. The pain was to recover after a drunken rest.

"He said that the pain in the wind and rain was nothing. Don't be afraid, at least we still have dreams..."

She closed her eyes and sang along with the rain outside.

She was an artificer who mixed mud and water every day. The mud had been beaten thousands of times, pinched out the work she wanted, and then sent to a thousand-degree furnace to forge. Even so, there were still flaws in the work. What was this little setback?

After a round of comfort, Lan Li struggled between the warm bed and the wake-up. She turned over with the quilt in her arm