The cottage was a bungalow, and the rain was so heavy that Ming Shang, standing outside under an umbrella, might as well have had none.
Gu Qingxin immediately opened the door to let him in, anxiously saying, "The power is out."
"Such a big typhoon, it's normal for the power to be out!" Ming Shang commented, checking the condition of the house.
"Afraid of the dark?" Ming Shang asked.
Gu Qingxin promptly nodded; she was indeed afraid of the dark!
"I'll go find you a candle." Ming Shang left again, umbrella in hand.
Before leaving, he cautioned her to keep the door locked and not to open it for anyone but him.
…
Ming City was also being battered by the storm at the moment. Beiming Han stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in his office, unable to make a connection to Gu Qingxin's phone no matter how many times he dialed.
His brows furrowed tightly. He suddenly felt very uneasy, even experiencing a sensation of breathlessness.
