Xu Xiangyang and Zhu Qingyue put their raincoats back on and walked out of the sultry, damp train station.
In the gloomy rain, people rushed by; the many umbrellas they held open resembled desperately shifting lotus flowers, water droplets hitting their broad leaves and scattering into mist in the blink of an eye.
The square in front of the hall had become a pond. Travelers were like fish swimming under the interconnected lotus leaves stretching across the sky.
When Xu Xiangyang stood on the square and looked back, the giant light under the dome was flickering, like a bonfire standing in the wilderness, its flames whipped by the cutting wind.
The electrical instability was still not over;
Looking further into the distance, he saw the lights in several houses situated on the nearby hillside go out one by one.
Usually, Xu Xiangyang wouldn't have noticed such details, but at the moment, these minor changes seemed to further prove the premonition of an incoming anomaly.
