C99 Oct 99

The rain pats on the windowsill, there's a strong wind blowing, and the shamans close to the windowsill dance in the wind.

It was as if someone was teasing it, and it didn't know when to stop.

The wind and rain poured in through the samurai that was flying in the air. Luh An'an felt a chill on her back. Only then did she realize that her eyes were not far away from her finger. She moved closer