The biting mountain wind carried fine threads of rain, stinging the face like countless tiny ice needles.
Ye Shuli wiped the rainwater from her face and cursed in a low voice, "This damned weather changes faster than flipping a page!"
Jiang Ye was shivering from the cold, but he still couldn't resist talking back, "Li'er, are you questioning the heavens' work ethic? Careful it doesn't strike you down with a bolt from the blue!"
Chapter 42