End of Storm

"Hu."

Baili Qingfeng tossed the bloodstained sword away and sat down, leaning against the wall.

His blood stained the wall.

He raised his head, melancholic but hopeful.

The hope… for a peaceful life.

But it was a pity that…

He could not turn back now.

It was impossible for him to return to the peaceful atmosphere anymore.

He was no longer what he used to be.

Now, his hands were stained with blood.

Counting the Jiang family and Eddy, he had killed over fifty people.

Although everybody he killed deserved it, he was far from innocent now.

The refreshing breeze with the scent of rain came in from the window, dispersing the stink of blood in the room.

Baili Qingfeng narrowed his eyes under the breeze.

He was tired.