Bab 58: Fifty-eight. Flower of Evil

[Belfast today has seen a drizzle throughout, with the weather professor predicting the rainfall will persist until the rainy season arrives.]

Whirr—

Lu Li put down today's newspaper.

The gloomy sky showed not a hint of sunshine, and the continuously emerging rain streaks on the window suggested that the rain was still falling.

The living room, somewhat dim, was tranquil in its quiet flow.

Perhaps because it had been raining for three straight days, the air carried a hint of dampness. Anna was cleaning, trying to reduce the humidity.

Clumsy in her movements, but her pretty face was filled with earnest.

This warmth continued for a while, only to be interrupted by a sudden knock at the door.

Knock, knock, knock—

Anna, who was about to open a window in the bedroom for ventilation, instantly perked up her ears.

...

Empty in the bed, Mishelia descended and wafted into the living room.