Pei Yan's gaze was ice-cold, void of any warmth, filled with indifference and alienation. He said, "Go back."
The girl halted in her steps, stopping two meters away from him.
She didn't speak, just quietly watched the boy.
As the rain grew heavier, Pei Yan lost his patience and roared at her, "I told you to go back, dry your hair, change your clothes, did you hear me?"
The emotions she'd desperately held back suddenly collapsed.
Tears fell from Jiang Shuyao's cheeks like a broken string.
This time she didn't cry out loud, she even tried hard to suppress it.
She didn't want to show weakness at a time like this. She should be stronger, to stop this bastard from spouting violence whenever he didn't like someone's face.
He was nineteen this year, already an adult.
Surely he knew the consequences of deliberate injury.
The girl's eyes were red, rain mixed with her tears striking Pei Yan's heart incessantly.