The wind and cloud whirled, the electric tongue rolled and shuttled in the thick clouds, and the long brewing storm was torrential and violent.

Zongxia, who is running around Shen's house, is almost drenched in soup. Shen yuecang takes her to the octagonal pavilion on the lake for shelter.

she was so tired after running for such a long time. She sat on the stone bench under the pavilion and gasped for rest.

I didn't think it was difficult to run in circles. When I was at school, I was often in trouble with Luo Yun and then was punished to run in the playground. I was used to it...