At night, the thunder boomed loudly. Lightning struck ceaselessly, creating white streaks across the horizon. The rain was so heavy that it seemed as if the water didn't only want to fall, but also to vent all of those gloominess above. The streets were deserted, doors and windows were closed as people chose to snuggle into their warm blankets in this cold day.
All sounds were drowned by the downpour, thus no one realized the soft whimpers that occasionally drifted out from the courtyard near Heavenly Cloud Forest.
Xiao Su was walking back and forth in front of Ouyang Xueqing's room, her face anxious and haggard. She was biting her nails so hard that she didn't even notice that her fingers bled. Every time Ouyang Xueqing called out in pain, Xiao Su would feel as if blades of sharp knives were stabbed into her heart, twisting ruthlessly inside and bleeding her dry.
"Miss…Miss…" She chanted. "You have to hold on. You have to."
