| classification:Science fiction |
| author:The Poet of Eternal |
| state:in the series |
| update:(2024-08-31 09:01:52) |
The wind mingled with the rain, whistling through empty spaces in a way that felt eerily haunting. It was easy to imagine oneself on a horror film set. Yu Xing felt like she was living in one, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the umbrella handle, her face as pale as a ghost.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!,It is now mid-September, the weather was still very hot before this, but for the past two days it has been raining non-stop, forcing temperatures down to a point where one has to wear long sleeves.。