The heavy rain poured down in torrents, the wind and rain outside the windows suddenly intensified, coming on fiercely and urgently. All that was left in my ears was the sound of the deluge, the swishing echoes.
Lin Suqing had not heard what the King of Ying had just said, so he asked, "What did you just say? I didn't catch it."
The King of Ying's face stern, he raised his hand to remove the prop holding the window open, and with a snap, the wind closed the window, shutting out the sound of the wind and rain. Within the entire pavilion, already terribly quiet, now the sound of the rain outside could barely be heard.
The King of Ying's gaze shone brilliantly like a torch, like a tiger or a leopard staring Lin Suqing down as if he were prey.
Lin Suqing suddenly felt a sense of foreboding. He quickly glanced around, but no one else appeared; the entire third floor was still occupied by just the two of them.
