The night deepened.
Dai Lin sat in the brightly lit living room, looking at the people before him, the sense of danger coming from his left eye growing stronger and stronger.
She would come.
She would definitely come!
Just didn't know when!
Dai Lin reached out his hand, holding the pen, never expecting that at this point, he would lose the desire to continue painting.
Dai Ming and Pan Yizhen felt the same.
The waiting was extremely oppressive.
The storm outside hadn't subsided at all.
Many flashlights and candles were prearranged on the table, all in preparation for a possible power outage. With Dai Lin's experience, the likelihood of a blackout was almost a certainty.
"Dr. Dai," even Hai Jian Shi could no longer keep calm and asked, "Exactly…"
"I don't know either."
It was nearing midnight.
Not a single person was sleepy.
Everyone was waiting for the most terrifying moment to arrive.
And the most nervous person was Dai Lin.
