Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 265 - 199: Early March_1

Chapter 265: Chapter 199: Early March_1

Early March is a solar term that is often mentioned and just as often overlooked.

For most people in Yang City, it’s only when they check the weather forecast or look at a calendar that they realize—huh? The day with thunderstorms is Early March!

That’s about it.

It’s one of the less noticeable solar terms in the cycle of twenty-four.

Prior to Early March, Yang City had only seen some light rain, with not much sunshine leading up to the date.

The tornado that didn’t touch down the day before Early March sparked quite a bit of conversation, and people were still talking about it the next day.

The gloomy sky didn’t immediately bring thunderstorms.

People didn’t feel there was anything special about the day; they went about their business as usual.

The meteorological department’s warnings had been seen, but not taken to heart—just a thunderstorm, right? Got it, got it! No need to keep sending one alert after another!

Next to Cui Lake.

Inside a seemingly quiet residence.

Feng Yi moved from the basement to the stone path in the middle of the night, but didn’t move much, standing there in his original form, feeling the humidity in the air and the surroundings.

At times like this, instinct is most reliable. Of course, one should follow their instincts and leave everything else to them.

Feng Yi quietly sensed the space around him and beyond, the greater expanse.

It wasn’t enough.

It wasn’t time yet.

It was as if he was missing a bit of energy, and the surrounding environment wasn’t suitable. He needed to accumulate a little more.

Doctor Wu stood guard outside the stone path and did not follow in. He had said he wouldn’t disturb Feng Yi, so he thought that by standing here, he could observe what was going on inside and achieve his own goal.

He glanced at the humidity monitor. Compared to the morning, the humidity here had increased. Moreover, the humidity near the stone path was higher than in other parts of the residence.

Ordinary people would definitely feel uncomfortable in such a high humidity environment for long, but Doctor Wu could bear it. Even if he felt uncomfortable, it was only for one day; he just needed to endure it—it wasn’t as if he was in such an environment every day.

Inside the house, the butler stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and didn’t approach the stone path.

The others also knew that today was a special day—it was both Feng Yi’s birthday and the time for his metamorphosis.

Jia and the others were decorating the hall, waiting for Feng Yi to finish molting before celebrating his birthday.

Bing finished preparing the ingredients and ambled over to where the butler was, looking out the window with him.

Standing here, one could only see the view of the courtyard and not the stone path, let alone Feng Yi.

Bing asked in confusion, "You’ve been watching here all this time, worried about the boss? Why don’t you join Doctor Wu over by the stone path?"

The butler continued to look outside, smiled, and said, "I did think about going over there."

Bing poured a few cups of tea to dispel the dampness. Each person in the house got a cup. He was about to ask why when he heard the butler say, "Pour one for Doctor Wu as well."

Bing thought, "Doctor Wu has been outside the whole time without any intention to come in for tea." But since the butler specifically mentioned it, he poured another cup.

Maybe Doctor Wu would come in and have a cup of tea if he got thirsty later.

Ding, busy inflating balloons said, "Didn’t they say there’d be a thunderstorm today? The rain hasn’t come, nor have I heard any thunder."

Yi also said, "The air is heavy with moisture. It should rain heavily later."

Jia said, "Just don’t know when the rain will fall."

The butler glanced at the sky outside, went to adjust the indoor dehumidifier, and then returned to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the weather outside, murmuring as if to himself, yet as if speaking to the others:

"Have you heard an ancient saying?"

"When snakes arrive, so does the rain."

—

About a hundred kilometers south of Yang City, in a coastal villa in another city.

A group of young people crowded together, laughing and frolicking. They were having a party here.

They had planned to take a yacht out to sea today for fun, but after receiving several alerts from the meteorological department early in the morning, they hesitated. However, after deliberation, they decided it was no big deal.

Their phones’ location services were turned off to avoid being tracked, and they pushed the warning messages to the back of their mind as they drove their yacht out to sea.

They had only just set out when the Coast Guard turned them back.

Having no choice, they had their gathering here.

Some were barbecuing on the terrace, since it wasn’t raining.

A few inside the house played a round of games, chatting noisily.

"The meteorological station just sent another thunderstorm warning! Is there really a need to be so uptight? It’s not typhoon season. What’s the big deal with a little rain and thunder?"

"The meteorological station is bound to be anxious. They predicted climate fluctuations in the past two years, and just yesterday a tornado occurred in Yang City."

"That was no tornado. It couldn’t even form properly! I watched the most complete video yesterday, fixated on it for 10 minutes, and it just wouldn’t touch down. It was frustrating to watch; I felt like yanking it straight to the ground!"

"Experts have said that yesterday’s failed touchdown in Yang City doesn’t count as a tornado, what did they call it, a tuba cloud? It’s just a special case, and that’s the only one. I actually want to encounter one. Our stretch of sea is too dull, always seeing the same old thing."

"Just wait for the typhoon season, then it won’t be so boring."

"Am I excited? You encounter typhoons every year, but tornadoes are different!"

As they spoke, the person half-reclining on the couch with legs up suddenly trembled his glass, and his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. He pointed excitedly out the window:

"It’s here!"

"What’s here?"

The others looked in the direction he was pointing.

Over the distant sea, beneath the dark clouds, a funnel-shaped column of clouds whirled, extending downwards from the base of the cloud.