But, Wen Xian, I love you.
As those words fell, they seemed to transform into a breeze, dissipating into the rain curtain.
...
Under the rain, he lowered his head, pressed against hers, his arm encircling her waist.
She even sobbed from time to time, resisting him.
Yet in the end, she succumbed under his tight grip, in that deadly tenderness of his...
Under the rain, their figures and everything around in darkness merged into one.
He lowered his head, deeply demanding.
Not knowing how much time had passed, he directly picked her up and walked toward the SUV.
The black night pressed low, dark and heavy, like an all-encompassing net ready to swallow everything.
The human heart followed, plunging into the icy abyss.
Wen Xian was soaked all over by the rain, her wet hair clinging to her fair cheeks, and water drops still clung to her thick eyelashes. Her eyes were still red, and when she looked at him again, she slowly opened her mouth, her voice thick with a nasal sound:
