A loud thunder roared as it descended from the sky, followed by a bolt of lightning streaking across the sky. Immediately, raindrops the size of beans fell to the ground, creating beautiful yet fleeting splashes of water. The rain intensified, with raindrops of all sizes converging into a dense shower, like silver dragons colliding and splattering in the cramped space, drawing irregular curves.
Yuehuan walked through the torrential rain with an oilcloth umbrella, an autumn breeze blew the rain onto Yuehuan, causing her to shiver with cold.
Yuehuan reached the Upper Chamber and paid respects to the Second Madam Qian.
Beside her, Zhao Lenger held her son, standing next to the Second Madam Qian with a sarcastic smile: "Oh, sister, your clothes are all wet. Mother, you better let sister go back and change her clothes. Otherwise, if she catches a cold, how can she take care of the eldest young master?"
