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Huang Wanrong was not here.
She held the little wolf in her arms, standing in front of the door that was about to collapse, tears uncontrollably welling up in her eyes again.
"Mom—"
She couldn't help but open her throat and shouted loudly.
Passersby glanced at her as if she were a monster.
But nobody responded to her.
If her mother had really encountered misfortune, she could never forgive herself.
The rain started to fall again.
She did not seek shelter from the rain.
Her own mother missing, her husband out of contact...
She felt truly cursed, wishing the rain could wash away her misfortune.
A man hurriedly approached from the end of the alley, holding a large black umbrella.
He wore a long cyan robe, walking through the falling rain, resembling an oil painting...
Upon seeing Mai Xiaomai stand in the rain without any cover, his obsidian-like eyes showed a trace of heartache.
