The view outside the window looked dark, with clouds covering the sun. It was like the dusk after sunset, the dawn before the sunrise.
The rain was getting heavier, and soon the drizzle turned into a storm.
The wind seemed to be roaring, as if singing an elegy for someone's impending death.
A white lightning struck across the sky, brightening the entire area. The brightness disappeared within a second, and the sky was swallowed by darkness. The sound of thundering arose and it seemed as if the entire earth was shivering.
Jing Yichen threw a look outside the window and said in a lethal voice, "It is the last day of your life in this world. You should have died ages ago, but father never allowed me to touch you. Now you can say your last words."
