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.,“This… I understand it the same way they do, after all, that’s what the media reported.” The brown-haired guy scratched his head. Of the remaining people, a short-haired girl and a young man wearing a mask both nodded in agreement.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!。