Outside the car window, the rain continued to pour, the wind howled fiercely, as if it were demonstrating its formidable power.
Nangong Yang watched the red light ahead turn on, the car steadily came to a halt—how many rainy days like this she spent alone.
The weather was dreary, its oppressive darkness incited annoyance.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning brightened half the sky, and Nangong Yang's nerves suddenly tensed, readying herself as a loud rumbling of thunder rolled overhead.
Warmth spread from her palm throughout her body, as if she wasn't as scared as before; Huang Puchen reached out and held Nangong Yang's hand, for during such weather, her hands and feet were always cold.
Nangong Yang let him hold her quietly; the warmth from his palm made her feel particularly at ease, as the ambiguous atmosphere inside the car rose dramatically.
