Nine Realms Burning Heaven Record

The sky in Qingyang Town was as dark as splashed ink. The heavy rain hit the bluestone with a crackling sound, and the splashing water mixed with mud and wetted the pair of long-faded red lanterns in front of the Lin family ancestral hall. The wind carried the raindrops and penetrated into the young man's thin clothes, making it bitingly cold. But Lin Yan was kneeling there, motionless. Rain dripped down the tips of his black hair, slid over his angular chin, and hit the puddle in front of his knees. He was holding a marriage letter tightly in his hands, his knuckles were white, the pages were soaked, the ink was blurred, and the words "Zhao Shi Wan'er" were blurred. "Lin Yan!" A sharp shout penetrated the rain curtain.