"Boom..." After a few claps of thunder shook the heavens, raindrops began to fall like popping beans, pattering against every corner of the city.
A gale whipped the rain into a frenzy, drumming rhythmically against the windowpanes. To An Ruoxue, the water streaking down the glass looked just like tears of frustration.
"It’s raining so hard," An Ruoxue thought to herself. *Does this mean Rong Che really can’t leave now?*
Chapter 35