"Hmm?"
Shang Ruyi suddenly raised her head and looked outside the open tent door again.
Outside was still an endless and desolate grassland, stretching to a place almost out of sight, a black line stretching horizontally in front of her eyes, extending into the distance—it was the Cangtou River. Dark clouds pressed heavily like a giant hand over the grassland, making one's heart sink.
Feeling her distraction, Lei Yu, sitting beside her, immediately asked, "What's wrong?"
"Ah?"
Shang Ruyi turned back, a bit confused, lightly shook her head, and said, "I just, it seemed, heard thunder?"
"Thunder?"
Lei Yu was taken aback and then laughed, "It's almost winter, how could there be thunder? You heard wrong."
Shang Ruyi also laughed, "Yes, it must be a mistake."
