The rain had been falling for a long time—long enough for puddles to form on the road, long enough for the water to rise past the doorstep and spill into the house.
Living on the second floor, Liǔ Cháoquè had no idea what was happening on the first floor until she went downstairs.
There was no typhoon or anything, so how had it turned into a torrential downpour? Could the Rain God have come down here to sing?
Chapter 71