After raining all night, it suddenly stopped at dawn.
At seven in the morning, the sun came out, and the air was filled with the moist scent of water vapor, along with the aroma of grass, soil, and sunlight.
The grass, the trees—on every leaf, crystal dew sparkled like diamonds, refracting a prismatic halo under the sunlight.
The sky was serenely clear, a pure blue.
No smoke, no fire. A few sparrows chirped noisily as they flew by. Such a morning was breathtakingly beautiful, a scene one could easily sink into.
The soldier standing guard outside the tent finally shed his heavy, damp raincoat, feeling much lighter.
Though the air was still chilly, the sun's rays brought faint warmth to the skin—much better than last night's damp and icy coldness, utterly incomparable.
The people inside the tent were still sleeping, and the soldiers outside dared not disturb them.
