Clouds gathered in the evening sky, obscuring the moon and causing the stars to hide in fright.
Finally…
Raindrops plummeted from the sky, large and urgent.
Despite being a region with scarce rainfall, it poured tonight.
As if the heavens themselves were weeping.
"Sir…"
Situ opened a black umbrella for Huo Siyu.
Raindrops hit the surface of the umbrella, making a pitter-patter sound.
The world seemed to quiet down in an instant, leaving only the sound of rain.
"It's raining…"
Han Mochen muttered to himself, his expression tinged with sadness.
He opened the folding umbrella he brought, contrasting with Huo Siyu's black one.
The transparent umbrella allowed every raindrop to be seen clearly.
"I quite like Shen Yu," Han Mochen continued.
Although he fancied the dead, a living Shen Yu could bring much more pleasure.
"You can leave now."
Huo Siyu said, uninterested in who had sent Han Mochen.
His goal was achieved; Shen Yu was dead.
