The sky had cleared.
The rain had stopped.
Lin Yuan's family went ashore.
The recent rain hadn't been heavy, and the number of visitors at West Lake hadn't decreased; instead, the air was fresher than before, carrying a moist sensation. As a breeze blew by, it even had a refreshing and rejuvenating effect.
They continued sightseeing around.
After passing a bridge, they suddenly encountered a bustling scene, seemingly an event, with quite a crowd gathered inside and out.
A voice rose among them: