She wiped away the rainwater and staggered forward, wanting to hold onto him, but he paid no attention to her pursuit.
Boom—
Crack—!
A clap of thunder followed by a flash of lightning caused her to curl up in fright.
"Fourth Brother... don't go..."
Despite her fear, she yelled out again.
But it was during this interweaving of thunder and lightning that the silhouette of a graceful woman appeared by the man's side, cleaving through her muddled brain like lightning. Her pupils dilated to their fullest as she watched in disbelief the woman clinging to the man's arm.
Her face, her face... Why did it look exactly like her own?
The man's brooding visage softened, he tenderly embraced the woman's waist and said indulgently, "Zhan Xiaoyao, let's go, let this woman fend for herself!"
Who was that woman? Was that face hers?
Was she Zhan Xiaoyao? Then who was she?
"No... no..."