The downpour continues to pour endlessly.
Hua Xiaotian's heart-wrenching cries continue unabated.
He does not respond to Qin Fan's words, as if he hasn't heard them.
Perhaps, for him at this moment, only such a mournful cry can offer a powerless release in the midst of a mental collapse.
Rarely, Qin Fan does not leave immediately amidst Hua Xiaotian's indifference.
In the rain curtain.
He just watches him.
Watching this so-called number one in the Martial Arts World completely collapse in confusion.
Hua Xiaotian's feelings at this moment, he can understand.
Because he has experienced it, perhaps that's why he chose to stay for a while.
Time passes by second by second.
The rain that lasted twenty minutes gradually subsides.
When the rain has washed everything clean, leaving only a cool freshness.
Only then does Hua Xiaotian sniff and stop crying.
He stands up shakily with his slightly numbed body.
