The crimson rain showed no signs of stopping, still pouring relentlessly.
Bai Yanliang knew that this rain was very likely Bai Yanren's doing, and to achieve this, he feared... at this moment, he was no longer a mere human.
Yet he told Xun Weimo that he was still alive.
"Cross this street and head towards the river bank, Feng Yiru is there."
Bai Yanliang held an umbrella, quietly following behind Bai Yanren.
The crimson raindrops hung in every corner of the visible view, and faint wails echoed through the wind and rain, painting Ye City with the hues of Hell.
"I heard Feng Yiru is your wife... brother."
Bai Yanliang suddenly spoke.
"Yes."
Bai Yanren did not deny it.
"When did you get married?"
In Bai Yanliang's memory, his brother had never mentioned having a wife.
This time, Bai Yanren remained silent.
Under their umbrellas, the two of them headed towards the river bank, a place Bai Yanliang had arranged.
Feng Xiuxue, of course, had come.
