After entering the house, Grayson Ying took off his wet clothes, wiped the rain off his body with a towel, and changed into dry clothes.
Guiguzi took off his raincoat, put down his umbrella, lit a candle consciously, and closed the doors and windows to prevent any moisture from getting in.
Soybean-sized raindrops hit the wooden windows and doors, crackling like popping beans.
Inside the house, orange flames burned brightly.
Grayson Ying and Guiguzi sat opposite each other on either side of a table, which was empty.
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