The capital was located in the north. At the end of spring, the weather had always changed drastically.
It was just a moment ago that the sky was filled with stars, but now, a strong wind was blowing outside the window.
By the time Xia Wanyuan came out of the bathroom, the wind outside was pounding on the window.
Xia Wanyuan had a small habit. She was a little afraid of the dark, but it didn't mean that she couldn't sleep without someone accompanying her.
The main reason was that the world had not been peaceful in the past. Her younger siblings were still young, so Xia Wanyuan had to be vigilant at night. If there was any movement, she had to be alert.
The hair that had just been washed was wet. Xia Wanyuan wiped it with a towel and blew on the hairdryer for a while. Her hair was already half dry. Just as she was about to change her hand, her vision suddenly darkened and her entire world fell into darkness.
