The night rain is bleak.

Under the gray sky, Murong Lie was so lonely that he looked like an abandoned shadow.

The raindrops slapped wantonly on his face, adding to the stupidity.

"Ah......h

His sourness eventually condensed into a low roar that didn't make a sound.

The pain in my heart is deafening.

Dark clouds were over, thunder was thick, and a bolt of lightning connected the heavens and the earth, and he opened his eyes and looked at the pale picture.

There is no more color in the eyes.

How he longed for that thunder to strike not a dead tree on a plain, but him.

Murong Yun'er stood with an umbrella and approached lightly.

Murong Lie's back image is of a bare stone exposed to the rain.

Not......

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