After Escaping, They Knelt Down and Begged Me to Come Back.

The strong wind carried the heavy rain, hitting the ground like a black waterfall. Lightning tore through the night sky, and the pale electric light instantly illuminated the cold and luxurious wrought iron gate of the Song family villa. Bai Jing was soaked all over, and his thin shirt stuck tightly to his back, outlining his thin and rugged bones. His face was as pale as paper and bloodless, and he was holding a velvet box that had been soaked by the rain in his hand. He coughed violently, and every gasp felt like the tugging of an old bellows. He raised the back of his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and pressed the doorbell tremblingly, almost reverently. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.