Beside the misty summer rain, on the edge of Qingshan's misty waters, four young people in the same style of black suits, holding black umbrellas, looked at the girl in front of them, all feeling a tightness in their hearts.
Around them, only the soft patter of small raindrops on the umbrellas could be heard, while the girl they faced was plainly dressed, with slightly red eyes, looking pitiful, yet the slightly bitten lips revealed a tinge of stubbornness.
The fine drizzle settled on the tips of her hair, forming glistening droplets, the strands of hair on her forehead and by her ears were clearly showing she'd been standing there for some time.
"Qingzi, she..." Daqiang turned his head to look at him.
Wang Xing and Qin Wei exchanged glances.
Being called by name by a stranger would surprise anyone.
