"Hello?"
The sound of torrential rain outside hammered Bai Yanliang's eardrums, and he could barely make out the voice on the other end of the phone.
"Beep—"
The call was hung up.
Just then, with a "meow," the little black cat Allen Allan Poe immediately arched its back, its black fur bristling.
Amidst the torrential red rain, at some unknown time, stood a man holding an umbrella.
A black umbrella, a black suit, the man himself was like a dark shadow.
Only his eyes had some color, indescribably clear or profound, but they pierced through the dense curtain of rain, directly striking Bai Yanliang's heart.
Bai Yanliang had no idea when he appeared, standing at the gate, holding a black umbrella, his solemn figure seemed as if it might disappear at any moment.
Like a dead leaf swept by the wind, perhaps in the next instant, it would be blown away, crushed.
"Brother... brother..."
For some reason, Bai Yanliang suddenly felt a chill all over, as if he had fallen into an icebox.
