That night, a gale raged outside, letting out piercing howls. Raindrops the size of beans hammered against the window lattice, creating a rapid-fire PATTER. Song Mingyue snuggled in Ling Xiao's arms, her fine hair fanned out, long and disheveled, covering the fair white skin of her neck and chest. Listening to the increasingly fierce sounds of the rain, she reached out, pulled the soft, fresh blanket up to her nose, and stared out the window in fear, only her two large, lively eyes showing.
"This is terrifying!" Song Mingyue said softly, her head resting on Ling Xiao's arm. "When I was little, this was what I feared most. The weather on the islands is so unpredictable, and this is exactly the kind of weather we get most often! Even after all these years, I still haven't been able to get used to it. Tell me... am I pathetic?"
