The windows, which had been tightly shut, suddenly burst open under the force of a sinister gale.
The glass panes slammed against the walls, shattering with a sharp, rhythmic cracking. The room’s temperature plummeted, turning the air bone-chilling and eerie. Several dark shadows surged in through the window, aiming directly for Shang Jingchen.
Ye Zhixing’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous aura radiating from her.
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