"Don't go into the game... it's... alive?" Xiao Buli repeated the last words Liu Xing said before dying, a flash of gravity in his eyes. What exactly did this sentence mean? Could it be that the game itself was alive? Or, was it something within the game that was alive?
He pondered for a long time until a sudden crack of thunder sounded outside the window, jolting him from his thoughts. Looking out, he didn't know when, but the night sky that had been clear was now covered with dark clouds, and he could see rolling thunderbolts streaking across the sky every now and then.
The wind picked up, whooshing in through the screen outside, and in the blink of an eye, large raindrops began to fall, pattering down and leaving streaks on the glass windows.
Xiao Buli hugged his arms as he watched the pouring rain outside the window, his mood becoming as obscure as if it were shrouded by the dark clouds themselves.
