On the Edge of Pure

The dormitory was deathly silent. The tightly shut windows trembled in the cold wind. Outside, mottled walls stood against each other, a dilapidated air conditioner unit still dripping water on the withered old treetops, where a bird's nest hung precariously.,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.,In the last stretch of his life, he would spend his time in a school dormitory.。