Lingyun Peak, as the sea of mist descended, a sudden rain poured down.
The blue fruits on the trees were hanging from the branches one by one.
Swaying continuously with the wind and rain.
Inside the room, two people nestled together.
At this moment, Chu Yanqing's pale skin was slightly flushed. Clearly, even though the two had made up their minds, when it actually came to the moment, they couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.
"Should we wait a bit longer..." Ye Jingcheng was about to speak.
But only felt warmth entering his embrace, and for a moment, it became incomparably fiery.
...
The thunder outside the house demonstrated the unsettled weather.
Accompanied by lightning, flashing rhythmically.
The continuous heavy rain, hurried and powerful with its drip-drop, fell on the eaves and in the courtyard.
The rain lasted a long time, seemingly due to the prolonged accumulation of gloomy clouds.
