The rain fell harder and harder. A potted plant that hadn't been brought inside in time was blown over onto the ground, its soil mixed with shattered tile, the delicate orchid sprout drooping listlessly.
This was the Yue Residence at its most desolate.
Yue Zhou stood inside the house, looking down at the frail little sprout. If the wind grew any fiercer, it might sweep the whole plant away.
Chapter 92