The accusation should not have been amusing, especially with explosions tearing through the road below them, but Zhenlan felt a smile slowly pull at the corner of his mouth.
Rouxi noticed immediately. Her eyes narrowed as she shifted closer, clearly unwilling to let him enjoy the conversation without explaining himself.
"Why are you smiling?" she demanded, her cheeks puffing out just a little.
"Because you're accusing me of hiding the weather." His gaze moved over her face, lingering on the stubborn set of her mouth before returning to her eyes. "I didn't realize atmospheric pressure needed to be formally disclosed."
"You were hiding it," Rouxi insisted, lifting one hand toward the burning wreckage as though it proved her entire argument. "You kept using wind until someone shot at me, and then suddenly there was lightning. Now things are exploding, and you're telling me you can control pressure too."
