The torrential downpour was like a galaxy overflowing in the sky, with angry waves rolling and roaring, blending heaven and earth into one hue.
Noel's hands grasped the teetering puppet threads, guarding the hall. Since Su Ming'an had left, Noel had been defending the hall by himself, protecting thousands of soldiers and players for quite some time.
Because of Xiaomei's live broadcast to the world, many had been awakened and were looking dazedly at the downpour outside the windows, huddling together and shivering.
"It's so cold, this night," Violet wrapped in a cotton coat, her red lips exhaling the words, "So cold..."
"It hurts so much, does anyone have anesthetic or painkillers... It hurts so badly..."
People were injured, their cries and screams spreading like a contagious disease, many eyes filled with nothing but despair and fear. The rain was too cold, many players were shivering all over.
