The rainy season in the Southern Wasteland was a vexing season that made all kinds of predators feel extra bored.
Uncountable raindrops were continuously falling from the sky, and seasonal rivers were madly roaring around in the jungle. Large pieces of wood were soaked in warm water, and those thick tree-trunks were thickly dotted with colourful mushrooms - the only interesting part about the rainy season.
Ji Hao squatted down in front of his family's house, holding a huge wooden mug in his hands. The mug contained a virid, home-made tea that was emitting a very refreshing herbal scent. From time to time, Ji Hao would lower his head and take a sip from the mug, the tea temporarily dispersing the moist cold that seemed to have stagnated inside his body.
"The damn weather!" Qing Ying's rants came from afar. He had been holding a gigantic leaf upon his head, while walking lazily in the rain, passing Ji Hao by like a walking corpse, and disappearing again slowly in the heavy rain.