Weekend 567 cycling group team activity cycling is another story in the mist and rain
As soon as the Saturday morning light shone over the window sill, I was stunned by the rustling sound outside – the “sunny” forecast had disappeared, and the drizzle was like a sifted mark, sticking to the glass and creating small circles.
Hurriedly eating and finishing coffee, my raincoat was useless, and I checked my bike.
It was really heading towards Yunlong Lake.
