The mountain wind was piercing, and the bamboo leaves swayed. The fallen leaves in the forest were lifted high by the wind, flying higher and higher.
Li Yu watched the decayed leaves in front of him, his face expressionless, his heart still not at peace.
Time trickled by.
It was half-past three in the morning, and the sky had not yet started to rain.
Li Yu took a cigarette out of his pocket, wanting to smoke, but his throat felt itchy and uncomfortable, so he resisted.
Yet the wind grew stronger, blowing away the night's heaviness.
An hour and a half passed, and Li Yu stood on the wall, barely moving.
It was five in the morning.
That night, Li Gang and the others, unaware of any abnormalities, continued their vigilant duty.
Second Uncle wasn't on duty tonight and slept peacefully in the residential area.
The few guard dogs in the villa area lay listlessly on the ground.
