The cold rain beat every inch of the city tirelessly, making the already chaotic night even more ferocious.
Jiang Wanning huddled in the corner of the cold stairwell, his back pressed against the wet wall, and every breath involved sharp pain in his abdomen. The pain was like countless fine needles, piercing into her flesh and blood, spreading to her limbs and bones, causing her to almost lose consciousness.
A few minutes ago, in the luxurious but cold living room of this villa, she was trying to grasp the last glimmer of hope and explain clearly to her nominal "husband" Fu Chengyu. However, the appearance of Su Qingwan was like a poisonous sharp blade, instantly shattering all her excuses...
