Chuzheng entered the room looking for an umbrella, while Ming Xian, wearing just a thin garment, sat cross-legged on the bed, his cold gaze fixed on her.
"Who's outside?"
"I don't know."
Chuzheng found the umbrella, took it, and headed out: "Go to sleep, I won't let them disturb you."
Then the door closed.
Ming Xian: "..."
He stayed silent for a moment, then turned over and went to sleep.
The sound of rain mixed with the sounds of fighting, the flash of blades and swords flickering in Ming Xian's mind, as he burrowed into the blanket, wrapping himself completely.
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Chuzheng walked into the rain with her umbrella.
Crash——
A lightning bolt tore through the sky, the sudden light illuminating the surroundings, allowing Chuzheng to clearly see who was being attacked in the middle.
It was the person she was contemplating capturing—Han Qiqi.
Huge raindrops hit the umbrella with a loud patter, resembling a distinctly rhythmic tune.
