The moon outside the window slowly hid under the thick dark clouds. The wind outside howled, making the window frame creak.
The squeaking of the wood formed a strange music score.
The thunder boomed.
At first, raindrops as small as sand grains fell, and then the rain gradually became heavier. To the naked eye, it looked like they were falling in torrents.
The branches of the jujube tree in the courtyard were wrapped in the raindrops, but they did not seem to be stopping at any time.
Dawn broke and the rain gradually stopped. The sun pushed through the clouds, casting a golden light on the earth.
Zhao Nian, who was in Madam Qin's arms, knocked on the door and called out in a baby voice, "Mama! Mama!"
The door was pulled open.
Zhao Zhan looked at Zhao Nian and reached out to take his son from Madam Qin's arms. Then, he dashed out of the room and closed the door. "Don't go in. You'll disturb your mother's sleep."
