The atmosphere gradually became lively.
The sense of alienation and unfamiliarity from earlier seemed to slowly dissipate with these few words, breaking the coldness between them. Even though Dean Lu spoke with a heavy accent, blended with local dialect, which often made his words hard to understand, they still gestured to communicate with each other.
In the darkness of the night, on the rugged road, the warmth here seemed to gradually drive away the surrounding darkness.
Suddenly, they heard a low rumbling sound, followed by a gust of cool wind.
Dean Lu looked up, his expression froze.
He sniffed the air, catching the unmistakable scent of rain.
Inside, he had a thousand curses ready.
All his prayers were in vain as the rain indeed came.
The hope and excitement that had just ignited in his heart faced fear and unease in the face of the impending storm.
Suddenly, thunder roared, and the earth was shaken.
