"Has it hailed before?"
Hearing his muttering, Sui Zimo looked at him and asked.
"Yeah, it has hailed a few times before," the man nodded.
"I've encountered it twice myself, and according to my parents, they've also experienced it several times. But the hailstones back then weren't big, the biggest were only the size of chicken eggs, and the smallest were like falling snow."
Nowhere close to this time, when several people have already been killed by it.
Unless they had nothing to eat at home, nobody dared to go outside, the most they did was replace the roof's panels with new ones if they were not sturdy enough.
"I heard that before the hailstorm, there was a rainbow in the south of the city, is that true?" Lin Caisang asked.
"What rainbow? That was fog, wasn't it?"
The man denied Lin Caisang's words and spoke up.
He didn't believe it was any kind of rainbow, and those living in the south of the city didn't think it was a rainbow, either.
