The way Gu Qiaoqiao was so captivated in a stupor made Qin Yize increasingly delighted. His heart was stirred, tenderness blossomed, and with a swift turn, he kissed Gu Qiaoqiao's red lips.
The rain on the grassland seemed urgent, the sound growing louder and louder, then the torrential downpour isolated the Mongolian yurt from the grassland into two separate worlds.
Outside, the storm raged, the night wind howled, while indoors it felt like the warmth of spring flowers blossoming, burning fervently!
Heaven certainly loves to do such things; it grants you this wish, but another thing just won't go your way.
This unexpected heavy rain washed the bloodstains in the grass clean, but it didn't rain for days and nights as Qin Yize had hoped, hopefully preventing Chu Chengfeng and the others from coming...
Unfortunately, the rain stopped the next morning.
Then a red sun rose into the sky, and the bright sunshine instantly enveloped the beautifully lush grassland washed by the rain.
