"No, the servants have just checked, and Li Wen has not returned either."
Mingcui spoke these words. It was already getting dark, and Ye Zi'an had yet to come back. Fearful that Yang Chuxia might worry, she went to the front courtyard to ask around.
Upon hearing that he had not yet returned, Yang Chuxia fell silent.
The rain outside continued to pour ceaselessly. Thinking about the regularity of the weather was headache-inducing. Last year, Mianyang experienced a flood. According to the elders here, whenever a flood occurred, the torrential rain that year would be exceptionally severe, to the extent of causing alarm. Some areas with lower elevation didn't even require water from elsewhere to flood; the rain collected from the downpour alone was enough to cause disaster.
They said that today's torrential rain was nothing compared to last year's, but to her, this year's storm seemed just as fierce, chilling her to the bone.