Huacai Pavilion
Spring thunder rolled, dark clouds gathered, and a flash of startling lightning occasionally tore across the pitch-black sky, as if wanting to rip the heavens apart. The blinding glare and deafening thunder intertwined, yet the anticipated heavy rain never fell.
Amidst this stifling weather, Yunniang lifted her skirt and marched all the way to Jinxiu's room, shouting as she went.
Chapter 147