Compared to the bitterly cold depths of winter, the weather in spring and summer is often fickle and unpredictable.
By day, the sun might be shining brightly in a cloudless sky, yet by the middle of the night, a torrential downpour could suddenly break out.
Qingzhu had just found a dilapidated set of eaves to secure the carriage when the night sky, which had still held a few scattered stars moments before, inexplicably darkened.
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