The night was mysterious, and people gradually fell into slumber.
In summer, typhoons are always frequent, whether it's heavy rain or thunder and lightning, they come so unrestrained.
At around two in the morning, the wind started howling outside.
Feng Yihang was now on night watch in the hospital, his body almost on high alert, always worrying about Feng Yihuan's movements at night, concerned that she might feel uncomfortable.
This time, he opened his eyes, listening to the wind outside, estimating a heavy rain was coming.
He got up gently and walked over, intending to close the floor-to-ceiling window.
Just after closing the window, a fierce lightning bolt seemed to split the dark night, followed closely by a huge thunder.
Feng Yihuan was startled awake by the thunder, and when she opened her eyes, she only saw darkness all around, and couldn't help but scream.
"Second Brother… Second Brother…"
