The torrential rain formed a dazzling white line that flowed down from the umbrella like a natural curtain of water.
The rain fell on the ground, splashing white bubbles. Perhaps because the rain was too heavy or the tears surged too violently, Feng Huanyu could not open her eyes. She just lowered her head and kept kneeling, her clothes wet and sticking to her body.
His face was pale and thin, so weak that no one could see his human shape.
"You betrayed me, and you still dare to beg me?" The man's lazy and charming voice had irresistible dignity, like a demon's voice piercing through the ears.
"I'm willing to use my lower body to make up for it. I only beg you to save her." Yan Yu had no choice but to keep kowtowing and repeating "save her".
She was having a hard time. His heart ached
