The heavy rain hit the thin iron roof of the rental house on the outskirts of the city, making a deafening drumbeat.
A bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, instantly illuminating the thin figure huddled in the corner.
Chu Fangyin was soaked all over, and his black combat uniform clung tightly to his body, outlining tight and explosive lines.
The rain slid down her pale cheeks, and she couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.
She squatted on the ground, like a lone wolf forced into a desperate situation, and her whole body exuded a cold air that kept strangers away.
The phone screen was dimly lit, and the dazzling red letters were a bank reminder notice, but what was more deadly than this was the following text message from my stepmother.
