Chapter 278 Because of Maternal Love

Green water and mountains grew misty due to the Autumn rain.

The rain was falling steadily. Dark clouds gathered from north to south, and the raindrops kept falling, chill and bleak as the frost.

The Lonely Mountain in the rain was picturesque.

So was West Lake in the rain.

The old man with gray hair was dressed in plain cotton clothing. He was stooped and sitting at the junction of mountains and rivers. With a homemade fishing pole in hand, he was fishing.

The Mid-Autumn Festival had passed, and some parts of the Lonely Mountain were still green, but the color yellow that represented withering gradually spread as well.

The old man seemed to be in a state between life and death, and his back looked lonely.

The Autumn rain continued to fall, moisturizing the mountains and green water and making them look sadly beautiful.

Poetic and picturesque.

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