The next day, thunderstorms.
Mo Shu didn't know when she fell asleep, but she was woken up early by the children's babbling.
The children didn't cry upon waking up; instead, they sucked their fingers while playing with the chubby one next to them.
The two chubby ones pulled at each other and giggled together.
Mo Shu lay in bed for a few seconds before getting up.
Zhao Mei cautiously spoke up, "Princess, you're awake?"
Mo Shu: "Hmm, what time is it?"
"It's already the hour of Si, it's raining this morning, so I came to close the window," Zhao Mei approached with a basin of washing water, wringing a towel for Mo Shu, "The wind was strong just now, the young masters probably got woken up by it."
Mo Shu slept late and deeply, so she didn't really hear the wind.
However, the sound of the heavy rain outside, the occasional flash of lightning, and the dimness in the room added a bit of gloom to her mood.
Mo Shu wiped her face, and Zhao Zhu had already lit the lamp.
