The wind howled fiercely.
The pitch-black sky seemed to collapse, torrential rain relentlessly pounding on the sun panels above the greenhouse shelter, making a crackling sound.
Noble Consort and Old Huang placed their belongings in the far left of the greenhouse; the rain outside was too loud, causing them to barely hear each other even inside. They had to lean in to make out what the other was saying.
"Did you just see Zhong Chuchu and the others?" Old Huang asked.
Noble Consort lowered the towel she was holding, wiped her hair, and shook her head regretfully, saying, "No, I went to the neighboring greenhouse, and there were many people on that side, much more than here. It was too crowded, and I couldn't find them."
