The rain grew heavier, as if it would swallow the entire Island.
A gale rose on the Island, its howls ripping the tin roofs from buildings. A group of people scrambled up ladders to make repairs.
In the living room of a three-story house not far away, a stove radiated heat.
Qin Ziwen and Yang Long sat facing each other, surrounded by a circle of people.
"Brother, I'm going out to take a look." Qin Ziwu stood up. The rain outside was heavy, and to prevent a sneak attack from the people of Hongding Mansion, a large group had gathered at the edge of the Urban Village.
"Mm, be careful."
Qin Ziwen stretched his hands out over the stove to warm them, the flickering firelight casting shifting shadows across his face.
Yang Long rubbed his wet hair with a towel, wiped his hands, and tossed it into a nearby basin. He sighed. "Good thing this isn't a typhoon. If it were, we'd probably lose half our roofs."
