Even After the Autumn Wind Dies Down, It's Still You

The rain poured down. She wiped her cheek, And could just make out that they were men hired by the Meng Group to deal with Shang Mingchen. Covered in wounds, he clutched the section of rebar tightly in his hand. His body swayed, yet he still stood in front of Tang Ziran to protect her. “Girl, you said we were only something like love, didn’t you?” She couldn’t tell if her face was wet with tears or rain. The drops slid into her mouth, bitter and salty, as helplessness overwhelmed her. “Whether you love me or Meng Songlan doesn’t matter. I just want you to get out of here alive today.” “Shang Mingchen, listen to me. Listen...” “The wealthy families are filthy. Take care of yourself from now on.” “No, Shang Mingchen, don’t go...” She screamed, begged, and wept hysterically. Countless mercenaries had already swallowed Shang Mingchen into the downpour, washing away her grief.