On the Edge of Pure

Especially the meteorological bureau's warning, tonight there might be a once-in-a-century torrential rainstorm. The distant horizon is shrouded in thick clouds, and faintly, scorching lightning flashes intermittently, as if tearing open a gap in the darkness. The rumble of thunder rolls ominously.,His palm was covered in scratches from his fingernails, and the cold water stung as it washed over them. But for someone who had grown accustomed to cancer pain, this didn't feel like much. He had long since become numb to pain.,Let me know if you'd like me to translate anything else!。