C1587 To Kiss to Eat

Rain persisted in its downpour.

The wind kept up its relentless gusts.

Yao Ziyan approached the shop's entrance, gazing at the dimming sky, and murmured, "Looks like the thunder kalpa is over."

She shared Lo Chuan's disinterest in the thunder kalpa.

Oh, that's right—Lo Chuan had initially tuned into the live broadcast out of curiosity