When they returned to the Grand Lake Villa area, the sky had already fallen silent.
The sky outside was much gloomier than usual, and the air was much hotter than before. Looking at the dark clouds shrouding the sky, the street lights in the courtyard also seemed a little lonely and dim.
Dongfang Liuyun held a glass of water and leisurely wore a light-colored nightgown as she stood outside the rooftop on the second floor. She looked at the flowerbed in the front yard below and at the man who was squatting down to fix the morning glory. His movements seemed to be quite agile, from time to time, lightning flashed across the sky. With the help of the dim light, she could clearly see the focused expression on his face.
"Crash—"