The sky was overcast, and pewter clouds were like cotton soaked with ink.
A muffled thunder sounded in the sky, as if someone had heavily closed the lid of a coffin.
The wind rustled; rain as large as beans started pouring down, the chilling water splashing on Yao Ru's suddenly pale face.
Though not lethal and painless, it felt like a dagger with a sharp, cold blade that could split her in half.
The old maid intended to support her back into the room.
But Yao Ru's feet felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, unable to move an inch.
"What... did you say?"
Seeing her like this, the old maid felt distressed.
Yet this matter couldn't be concealed. It was already being spread outside and would eventually reach the lady herself. Rather than let others mention the lady losing her composure outside, she would be the one to do this bad deed.
"Lady."
She worried, her aged face etched with deep wrinkles, calling Yao Ru by the name she used when she was still a maiden.
"Miss."
