"Hmm?"
Sitting by the bedside reading, Shang Ruyi suddenly raised her head and looked out the window.
Above was a dense layer of black clouds, like a giant black hand covering the entire Luoyang City so tightly that nothing could penetrate it. The continuous wind and snow of these days were pressing the same gloom into everyone's hearts.
She couldn't help but frown.
Sitting at her feet, Tushere, who was embroidering a piece of cloth, heard the noise, looked up at her, and asked, "Miss, what's wrong?"
Shang Ruyi glanced at the sky outside and said, "Just now, did I hear thunder?"
"Thunder?"
Upon hearing this, Tushere couldn't help laughing: "Miss, what nonsense are you talking about? It's the middle of winter, and it's even snowing. How could there be thunder?"
"..."
Shang Ruyi herself found it strange, thought for a moment, and then smiled: "I must have misheard."
