The wind mingled with the rain, whistling through empty spaces in a way that felt eerily haunting. It was easy to imagine oneself on a horror film set. Yu Xing felt like she was living in one, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the umbrella handle, her face as pale as a ghost.,"Well then... hello." Yu Xing finally saw someone, and half her worry eased.,Please note: the above output simply reflects the input with the html tags removed and no additional text. Let me know if you'd like me to translate any other content!。