Strung across the night sky, covering the stars were blankets of rolling grey clouds. A silhouette of the moon could be seen, lighting up the paths of lost wanderers. Distorting the light was the ominous rain pelting onto the cement ground, drenching the city of Shenbei. The breeze was damp and wet, howling a whistling tone. Thunder turned the clouds into a white, pearly color.
Yang Feng was undisturbed by the storm roaring outside of the hospital windows. He was lost in a maze of his jumbled thoughts. Staring out the window, the bright flash ominously lit up his face. A shadow curved the outline of his sharp, prominent features.
Yang Feng was stuck in a crossroad of truths and deceptions. To tell her, or not to tell her. She had a right to know the truth, but was she ready for it?
