The violent wind was howling continuously. The ancient pine trees at the One-Cottage House were protected by the formations, so there was no danger for them to be knocked down by the wind. However, the branches of the willow trees outside the window in the distance had all fallen flat, and many of them were broken, looking like the weeds swaying in the torrent.
Sitting before the window and seeing the scene, Xiao He had a mental state as turbulent as the large waves on the surface of the lake. But she didn't dare display it. She bit her lips tightly, some blood stains vaguely visible on her lips as a result.
The earring with a ruby was swaying softly under her earlobe. It looked as if it were made from blood, appearing pretty but somewhat eerie.
…
…
The waves in the deep part of the ocean became increasingly more treacherous. The huge blue walls rose up and then fell down; countless fish died in the wake.