Do you still feel pain?
A word stuck in my heart, and no matter how much courage I had in my heart, I couldn't speak it.
At the beginning, the hands stained with blood were already guilty.
Now, who are you qualified to ask?
"Why are you looking for me?" The cold voice sounded the same. Even the drizzle could not hide the bright light in Qilosheng's eyes.
"It's okay, it's raining. Give me an umbrella." The oil-paper umbrella was thrown through the air, and was caught firmly. It was thrown back again. I was confused. Before I asked, I saw a man holding a bone knife walking slowly from the distance. He held the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and he felt a little more clear.
"Without you, there would be no rain." Qiluosheng's face was stained with rainwater, and her white hair was slightly damp.
Hearing this, Rainstorm's face paled a bit, he sneered coldly, and left without responding.
The light rain remains.
In the distance, the sun is clear and the rain is pouring.