Yan Shuanghua's figure was extremely thin. When the wind blew, it lifted her hair and long dress, as if it was going to blow her away.
Just looking at her figure, there was a kind of pain and misery in it.
Although she had been holding it in, her tears still fell drop by drop and covered her face.
Perhaps it was because he could sense her pain, but not long after, a strong wind started blowing and it started raining.
Because of the rain, everyone left the streets in a hurry to take shelter from the rain.
Many people had come to watch the show and couldn't leave in time. They couldn't enter without an invitation from the Xie residence, so they could only hide under the eaves.
They began to discuss,
"Ah, why did it rain?"
"It looks like it's raining a lot!"
"Do you guys think that it looks like that woman's tears?"
"Shush, don't speak nonsense. If you speak nonsense and get killed by the people of the Xie residence, you will have no place to cry."
