Chapter 32 Outside the French windows, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. The garden plants were whipped about by the wind, with no sign of the torrential rain letting up. Snot and tears covered his shoulder as the little girl's sobs gradually faded, and she fell asleep in his arms. Ying Quhe lowered his head with a slight smile. He stroked the back of her head with his large hand, his palm brushing across her cheek. Sensing her burning temperature rising rather than dropping, he realized things…