Midnight.
"Boom." The sky above Yanjing was covered with dark clouds, and several streaks of lightning raced across the pitch-black sky. For Yanjing, which was gradually cooling down, a fierce downpour was rather unusual.
"Xiao Mei, what are you daydreaming about?" Inside an ordinary office building, a woman was staring blankly at the heavy rain outside, seemingly pondering something, when suddenly, a man holding a stack of documents waved them in front of her.
"It's nothing, I'm probably just a little tired from working overtime." The woman, named Cheng Mei, was an ordinary white-collar worker in the company, working late in the office as usual. Apart from the stormy weather outside, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. But for some reason, ever since it started raining, she had begun to feel dizzy, and her chest felt tight as if something was pressing down on her.
