With each strike of lightning, Su Xiyue's frame would tremble slightly, her complexion growing increasingly pale. The howling wind outside and the fleeting shadows of swaying tree branches added immense pressure to her.
Once deprived of a sense of security, especially when in an unfamiliar environment, a person tends to feel fear, and the dreadful weather outside, combined with the day's events, multiplied her inner fear exponentially.
Streaks of dazzling lightning flashed across the sky, like enraged beasts of thunder roaring wildly above.
"Boom!"
A thunderclap loud enough to deafen rang out in the sky, and Su Xiyue's face turned white as she couldn't help but let out a scream of alarm.
When extremely frightened, people instinctively seek a sense of security. Su Xiyue was no different, and the image of Ye Chen instantly appeared in her mind.
Su Xiyue bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then, barefooted, she opened the door and went out.
"Ye, Ye Chen."