Today's weather was inherently gloomy, and earlier on, Song Qiao had the premonition that it wouldn't be long before a heavy rain fell.
The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the study and the balcony, except for the part near the woman on alert which wasn't drawn, were almost all closed. With the study's lights off and the man on the sofa lying with his back to the light, Song Qiao couldn't get a clear look at what the man actually looked like, only able to faintly discern a silhouette.
Inside the study was a heavy stench of blood, which firmly reminded her that someone among these people must be injured. When she looked at Yu Xia just now, aside from being tied up and unable to move, there were no signs of injury on her body; these people hadn't laid a hand on her.
Outside, a thunderclap suddenly erupted, followed by overcast skies, and then without warning, the heavens opened, and a downpour ensued.
