Clang...
The moment he opened the window, a raging wind began to wreak havoc. It wrested the window from Qian Xing's hands and slammed it against the wall. Accompanied by the wind, the pouring rain re-entered the corridor, spraying onto Qian Xing's face.
Drenched by the rain, Qian Xing suddenly came to his senses. He wondered why he had opened the window. Was it just to check if that pale blob was the woman in white? Perhaps the woman in white was actually a ghost.
When Qian Xing mustered the courage to look towards the pale object, he breathed a sigh of relief; it was only a piece of white plastic cloth he had bought in preparation for making a greenhouse in winter, which he had casually thrown into the yard afterward.
Well, now he had frightened himself.
After calming down, Qian Xing quickly realized he was still foolishly getting drenched in the rain. He grabbed the window and closed it.
