Dark clouds gathered, rain poured in sheets, and the roars of thunder overlapped.
Beneath the pitch-black sky, bolts of lightning periodically tore through the darkness, bathing the cliff in brilliant light.
It was accompanied by a soft tearing sound, like a sharp blade slicing effortlessly through silk.
A spray of brilliant, scalding blood erupted, flooding Jiang Ruxian's vision. Her world became a blur of crimson.
She felt as if she had returned to that courtyard where fiery maple leaves once drifted on the wind.
Only then, she had been the one to strike, piercing the heart of the boy in white. Scalding blood had splattered her dress and hands.
She had fled in a panicked rush. In the final moment she glanced back, the boy in white had been slowly collapsing, blood pooling beneath him like an unstoppable stream.
It was a horrifying sight.
And tonight, as the rain fell in a torrential downpour, a similar scene was playing out once more.
