In late autumn in Jiangcheng, it rains continuously, and the cold and wet wind carries the fine raindrops, beating on the glass windows of the old residential buildings, making a dull and fragile sound.
At ten o'clock in the evening, the lights in the dormitory had already been turned off, the roommates had already fallen asleep, and the sound of even breathing echoed one after another in the silent room. Only the bed next to the window still had a faint blue light from the mobile phone, reflecting the girl's pale and almost transparent profile.
Su Qingyue curled up in the thin quilt, her slender body trembling slightly uncontrollably.
