Who Was More Tragic?

"It's raining."

Shen Xiyan grinned.

"I told you it might rain these few days. Fortunately, I built a wooden house. Otherwise, we would all be drenched in the rain!"

Li Su nodded.

Shen Xiyan looked at the bonfire and her eyes flashed with pride.

"There will be water leaking everywhere in the bamboo house. Miss Song and the others won't be in a bad state tonight, right?"

Zhao Yingnan frowned. "Then should we call them here to hide from the rain?"

Shen Xiyan glared at her.

"Our house is only this big, where would we find a place to 'take them in'? Besides, they built the bamboo house themselves, so they have to bear the consequences."

Before she could finish speaking, the rain outside became more intense.

 Before Shen Xiyan had time to step on Song Qingyou a few more times, she was hit by raindrops on the face twice.