บท 145: Worry for the Shichiyou Herb

The largest storm in all of the history of Qingshui City started at 6.30pm. It began with extreme intensity and got even heavier as time went on, only dwindling when the clock struck eight thirty.

Even though the rain was now much lighter compared to the peak of the storm, it was still heavier than the usual rain that the city got. Just now, when the thunderstorm had been at its peak, the water level almost exceeded the steps and threatened to flow into the rooms. Now, the rainwater was finally beginning to recede and flow out of the yard towards the streets.

"I'm hungry!" Zhuang Meifeng's voice rang out from Ling Yun's bedroom. Ling Yun's lips curved into a smile as he shook his head in disbelief at how she was asking for food now that she was warm. He arrived at the bedroom and without a greeting, he entered the room.