To get a prey, you must first become his prey.
The dark clouds were pressing down, and the dull thunder came from the distance into a continuous roar. Chen Jiahe stood by the window, staring intently at the passing vehicles downstairs and the people running around to hide from the rain.
Suddenly, a familiar figure came into view. Chen Jiahe lowered his eyes and saw that his face, as cold as a rainstorm, finally showed a change, and his eyes were shining.
After a while, Chen Jiahe put on a coat and hurried downstairs. Chen Jiahe's shaky figure finally caught Lin Xi's eyes.
"Are you okay?" Lin Xi clutched the umbrella tightly and blocked the two people's heads.
Chen Jiahe knew that his prey had finally arrived.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
