Regardless of the cold weather, she quickly got up to see what had happened.
The surroundings were still shrouded in fog, and nothing could be seen, but the noise just now definitely wasn't fake.
Jhiang Yuan hurriedly lay back down under the covers, and Xiao Nuan shivered, seemingly feeling the chill from outside.
There should be some news online. She opened WeChat, and indeed someone in the group had asked, but no one was discussing it.
At this moment, only a few people had power on their phones, and moreover, everyone was clueless about what was happening.
Jhiang Yuan checked the small group chat, but there was no activity; probably everyone was still sleeping.
It was only five-thirty, and she had slept for three hours, which was quite refreshing.
Despite trying to lie down again, she couldn't sleep anymore.
Having something on her mind was just like this, an old problem.
Jhiang Yuan, undeterred, began to search relentlessly online.
