Chương 1693: Chapter 1693-fate

The wind howled above Binhai city, but the rain did not slow down. Sometimes there was no wind, but the next second, the wind was so strong that it felt like it was going to blow the roof off.

Typhoons didn't hit Binhai city often, but in this year's climate temperature rose, the ocean soured, and even the once-in-a-century flood occurred every three to five times. In comparison, typhoons weren't that rare. It just happened to turn to Binhai city this year.

Little celery spoke very slowly, but it didn't matter. They couldn't do anything else in this weather anyway, and even sleeping was a luxury.

There was a strong wind outside and a light wind inside. The candlelight swayed violently in the wind, and the room flickered between light and dark. The atmosphere was very suitable for stories.