Song qingxiao closed her eyes, and her other senses were magnified.
She seemed to be able to hear the sound of the sea pushing the boat forward, and she could also hear the Thunder in the sky.
In the evening, the weather was not right. It was gloomy and the clouds were very thick. It might rain.
However, the rain did not come. It was as if it was gathering all its energy and was brewing a storm.
The boat swayed gently, causing the things in the room to be unstable. The steel wire bed itself had been used for a certain number of years, and it made a very rhythmic sound as it swayed. With every sound, it seemed like paint was peeling off and falling off like a light rain.
The air-conditioning vent in the room still sent out a cool breeze. In the environment where the people around them were deliberately quiet, the sound of the wind was very strong and hard to ignore.
