Outside, a fierce storm raged. The wind lashed mercilessly against the windows, carrying sheets of rain, the patter sounding as if it were right beside the ear. Inside, stripped of the sun's warm glow, the room was being rapidly swallowed by darkness. Save for the faint, flickering light of the oil lamp on Zhao Yan's desk, not a single corner of the room remained bright.
The quiet surroundings only made the fury of the storm outside more apparent. The weather had been perfectly fine that morning when they set out, yet out here, the skies could change in the blink of an eye.
Reading in the dim light was exhausting. Pang Feng did not last long before giving up. He blinked his sore, tired eyes, but the discomfort refused to fade, leaving him to rub them casually with his hands in the hope that the massage might bring some relief.
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