C787 Who Is so Uncultured?(2)

It seemed as though the heavens themselves had heard her voice. The brooding clouds that had loomed for so long seized their chance to move, unleashing raindrops as large as beans that carried a chill, cascading down like a shower of pearls, relentless and unending.

The rain grew heavier, yet Jiang Yushi remained unfazed. She tilted her face to the sky, arms outstretched