Heavy rain poured out of the window, smashing leaves all over the place, and there was a long silence in the air.

Ling Cheng and Yi Shaohu played dice, and Chu Qiao watched.

Yi Qingchen subconsciously frowned when he pushed the door in.

Chu Qiao rose quietly and left, but the fascinated couple did not seem to notice.

as if immersed in their own small world, no wind and rain.

"What's wrong?"

Chu Qiao quietly walks up to the door.

"Nothing much, I just heard that the lady is coming."

"Well, she doesn't seem to be in a good mood."

"Did she tell you anything?"

"What should she tell me?...