Violet-white lightning streaked across the sky. The night split open, and pale light spilled into the forest. Torrential rain beat against the leaves and branches, making a chilling sound.
A figure in white darted through the branches. The downpour soaked his clothes, and his long black hair clung messily to his body. Rainwater ran down his pale cheeks, blurring his vision.
Just as the man in white leaped toward another branch, a blurred figure suddenly appeared and lunged at him. He fell like a kite with its string cut, crashing to the ground.
Huge raindrops pounded the earth, and the splashing mud quickly stained his white robe. A drenched shadow bent over him, one hand clamped tightly around his throat.
Another flash of lightning illuminated the face of the man in black.
A chilling mix of despair, distortion, and excitement twisted across the young man's face.
His other hand gently caressed the pale cheek beneath him. The young man in black murmured, "Lan Shu, you forced my hand..."
Then he reached toward the white-clad man's legs.
A trace of fear gradually appeared in the man's eyes, but his bloodless lips still formed cold words: "I will kill you!"
The young man only smiled faintly and pulled him tightly into his arms, pressing his lips to his ear as he whispered,
I'll be waiting for you...
