The red rain trickled down his palm and dripped into the gift box.
Su Ming'an looked at these objects; they seemed devoid of any extraordinary quality.
"Bang!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
It sounded like raindrops hitting the ground.
It sounded like heavy objects pounding the ground.
It sounded like the sudden beat of a drum.
Su Ming'an looked up and saw the distant sky transforming into an illusory, rainbow-like color. Pairs of eyes opened like spotlights, with pupils varying in size and color. They floated in the red rain, suspended in the sky like morning stars.
They were countless, countless distant eyes.
The rainbow light hung high in the firmament, like the sound of shattering glass. Those mysterious eyes gradually pierced the transparent membrane, becoming increasingly real and clear.
Aunt Shen, Aunt Zhao, Uncle Li, Wang Xiao'er... suddenly fell to the ground, lying in the red rain like ashes.
"Bang!"
Tao'er fell too.
