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 me to translate!,The girl with long hair standing beside the assistant shone a light on Yu Xing's face and exclaimed, "Wow, you're such a handsome little guy! You'll be late in five minutes!"。