"Well, alight. You should also go and get some rest." Jun Wuyi glanced over at Jun Moxie and Qinghan: "Don't worry, the sky isn't falling down; and even if does, your Uncle will be here to look after you!"
Qinghan was still whimpering, while Jun Moxie's eyes were flickering with excitement. Suddenly, his lips bent into a crooked smile, almost as if he had been struck by a moment of enlightenment. He slowly glanced towards Jun Wuyi and said: "I'm going out!". Jun Moxie quickly turned around before either of them could react, and disappeared into the storm outside.
The rain was still pouring heavily outside, and wasn't showing any signs of stopping any time soon.
The sky had become completely dark.
Even though Jun Wuyi's facial expression was calm and collected, his eyes had deepened under the effect of his thoughts.