"Swishhh..."
"Boom!"
Below the sky, the rain was heavy, and the thunder rolled. Under the frequent flashes of lightning, the pitch-black clouds that spread across like a canopy was pressing low, causing a sense of oppression.
The water on the road, streams, and with the bouts of rain, continually forms, the dry, parched earth under the persistent drought transform rapidly with the rainwater.
"Leave a light on. Your husband is still training."
Outside the vehicle, thunder rolled and rain poured continuously, but it was rather peaceful inside the motorhome, which had excellent sound insulation.
After dinner, the women cleaned the kitchen waste, and before bed, Zhang Yuan reminded them to leave one light on in the living room. The rest of the light sources were switched off shortly after.
"Leaving one desk lamp should be enough. You can turn off this light."
Li Ming, who seemed to be in a horse-riding stance, responded to Zhang Yuan's message.
"Isn't it too dark?"