The sky cleared, and the afternoon sun was scorching, pouring slantingly from the eaves, making the bluestone slabs unbearably hot.
Even the heavens might have thought the previous rain was too harsh, now pouring out all the stored-up sunshine in one go, making people's backs smoke and drying up the grievances soaked before.
The cicadas suddenly raised their pitch, sounding like a dull saw cutting through the air.
After Shen Zhiyi left, Yu Tingwan still stood in the courtyard, shrinking towards a shady spot, but couldn't escape the pervasive heat.
She still couldn't figure out what Bao Pu meant by three days.
But she wasn't one to trouble herself over trifles.
If she couldn't figure it out, she wouldn't think about it, not deliberately doing anything, just waiting for the moment to come.
