Feeling someone watching her, Wen Xiao'ai tiredly opened her eyes, only to see the drunkard staring at her with a grin.
Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly composed herself and closed her eyes to rest again.
She didn't think the drunkard would notice anything.
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"Come out, I'm begging you to come out and save her."
"I'll give you anything you want, I'm begging you, please come out."
In the dark, waterlogged alley, a series of desperate pleas echoed, making those who heard them feel heartache.
"I'm begging you, please come out..."
Gu Sheng, holding Gu Yao's nearly cold corpse, knelt on the ground, desperately pleading, crying out in pain.
After the heavy rain, the whole city seemed silent, the sky drizzling silently, slowly chilling people's hearts.
Gu Sheng's hope was also slowly washed away by these tiny raindrops.
At this moment, he was identical to the person he was two years ago when holding Gu Yao's body, despairing, helpless, regretful.
