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.,"Good!" everyone responded in unison. Whether the task was pleasant or not, they had to show their leader a positive work attitude.,Instinctively, Yu Xing swallowed the words "Why are your hands so cold if you're not feeling cold" back down.。