In the midst of the downpour, short boots stepped on puddles, splashing up shallow ripples that quickly merged with the dense rain drops, not stirring a single ripple.,The wind mingled with the rain, whistling through empty spaces in a way that felt eerily haunting. It was easy to imagine oneself on a horror film set. Yu Xing felt like she was living in one, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the umbrella handle, her face as pale as a ghost.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!。