Finally, Ye Ling returned to the room where Shen Yuexin was, holding the quilt.
What the fuck, if I don't sleep in a bed, I don't sleep in a bed. Can I stand and sleep with my eyes open?
"Whoosh..."
The weather in June is as fickle as a woman's face, changing on a whim.
Outside, a downpour began, with bursts of thunder and lightning intermingling. The thunder roared, one after another, as if to destroy the entire world.
Older generations have legends that say if there's no thunder for three years, monsters will appear in the world.
The thunder is for those monsters who are about to become spirits.
There's also an old saying that someone who has hurt the natural order is receiving their punishment, and that the thunder is coming to strike them down.
Regardless of which is true, Ye Ling only knew that with the falling thunderstorm, with the dark clouds densely covering the sky, and with the fast-darkening day, Shen Yuexin started curling up on the bed as the thunder roared.
