The rain lasted for half an hour before it stopped.
It came quickly and left just as quickly.
Li Yu then propped up the rooftop terrace, shook off the rainwater, and lit a cigarette.
There were still some drizzles in the air, but the moon was visible in the sky. Now that the moon had emerged, it likely wouldn't rain anymore tonight.
He exhaled a stream of smoke slowly; the mist was disrupted by the raindrops, creating a blur of white.
The wind had stopped too.
The trees on the mountain appeared disheveled from the wind, some even snapped in half at the trunk. Their twisted shapes seemed to tell of the storm's intensity just moments ago.
After finishing his cigarette, Li Yu suddenly felt hunger pangs, so he quietly stepped into the vehicle and took out two packs of instant noodles, pausing for a moment before feeling around in the dark for a sausage.
He took out an aluminum eating box and added some hot water to the kettle.
With careful steps, he climbed up to the terrace.
