Fine raindrops splattered.
Under the umbrella, a soft and graceful half-profile slowly emerged, surprisingly beneath the scholarly man's gold-rimmed glasses were eyes as gentle as the night.
But only those who knew his identity understood that the gentleness in those eyes represented a certain danger—
When Gu Shen clearly saw the person's face on the rooftop, his hair stood on end.
Han Dang!
This was an extremely dangerous individual.
Thirteen days ago, he had arrived in Da Teng City… secretly investigating his own fire incident all this while!
Did he discover something suspicious about the fire?
He had actually tracked him down all this way, truly an unrelenting madman.
The wind swept across the rooftop, skewing the rain and swaying the branches of flowers.
There was a burst of faint fragrance.
"Grandma, I really like the flowers here,"