At midnight, the torrential rain poured down again.

The flood of raindrops hit Cheng Xiao's chest hard.

He trudged through the flower-filled streets, his body shaky and his injuries severe.

The scar on the chest was more visible in the rain, and blood gushed out of it, forming a dark red stream.

The worn-out leather armor worn by Cheng Xiao for three generations has long been soaked by rain and mud.

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