Ling Hua quickly picked up the umbrella and pushed open the door, ready to head out.
The rain outside was even heavier than it had been in the morning, pitter-pattering fiercely on the ground. Puddles had already accumulated, and even the drainage ditches were gurgling ineffectively as they struggled to keep up with the downpour.
Cui Yanshu had been right; had he not hustled back in the rain, the swelling waters of the Yang River would probably have prevented him from crossing the bridge and the river, leaving him stranded midway and unable to return as planned.
There was a warm brazier in the study, providing plenty of heat. As soon as she stepped over the threshold, the cold dampness from the rain hit her, sending a shiver through her body.
Sun Mingyu immediately followed her out and said to Ling Hua, "Helmsman, the rain is too heavy. You should put on a rain cloak before you go back. An umbrella alone is not enough; be careful not to catch a cold."
