It wasn't just raining heavily outside, but also windy.
Zhou Li had forgotten to close the window when he left, and the wind drove the rain onto the balcony, soaking the floor and the curtains. As soon as he opened the door to his room, a sudden draft billowed the curtains inward, and his ears filled with the sounds of wind and rain.
He hurried to close the window.
SWOOSH... BANG!
The room quieted down instantly, a stark contrast to moments before.
"The rain is so heavy!" Zhou Li said.
"Right," a voice came from the wardrobe.
"It should warm up after the rain, shouldn't it?"
"It usually does. But there are exceptions," Huai Xu said. "After this rain, all sorts of flowers should bloom. I remember last spring many people went out to admire the blossoms—peach, plum, pear, apricot, and cherry blossoms."
"And locust flowers too," Zhou Li added.
