Hey! The rain was so intense that it was like splashing with a basin. It hit the bluestone in the back hall of Xuanming Sect one by one, and it was like pricking it with countless large needles, causing a lot of splashes. Su Ruanruan was like a quail, huddled in the nook of the cold jade terrace. The shabby prison clothes on her body were already soaked through, and they clung to her body like dog-skin plaster, completely showing off her skinny appearance.
