A torrential downpour roared outside, thunder rumbling so violently that the window lattices hummed in sympathy.
Huo Yanxing, dressed only in a white inner robe, hurried out from the inner chamber. "What is it?"
Lu Qingyuan, anxious to the point of desperation, didn't stop to answer. She rushed to the vanity in two quick strides, snatched up a hairpin, and began to forcefully dig into the bottom of a candle.
Chapter 95