Ling Chuxia stood motionless, not knowing how long she had been there, as the cool breeze lifted the gauze curtain and surged in, blowing directly onto Ling Chuxia's body, raising her long hair, carrying a hint of coolness in the air.
Outside, the drizzle began to fall again, and Ling Chuxia suddenly snapped back to reality. She put down the cellphone she had been gripping tightly and turned to leave the room.
The weather in Liang City had been poor recently. Just a moment ago, the sky was clear, and the next second, a storm was upon them. As Ling Chuxia descended the stairs, lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a thunderous rumble, as if drums were beating beside her ear.
Ling Chuxia entered the Dining Hall, looking at the lavish breakfast spread on the table which had previously been steaming and was now completely cold.
