Han Luoli's words resounded powerfully in the rainy night, and the small square fell into extended silence, with only the pitter-patter of raindrops.
Bai Xiaoyu's fist, raised against Han Luoli, slowly relaxed and then listlessly dropped.
In the end, he still couldn't get past that barrier in his heart.
The two men's bodies were overexerted, yet neither was willing to back down an inch. Originally handsome, the grown men now bore scratches on their faces, standing stiffly in the rain, their bloodstains washed away by the deluge.
Shen Minghan waved his hand and patted each of their shoulders, pulling the two men to sit on the steps.
He sat in the middle himself, separating the two feuding men.
And so, a strange sight unfolded on the small square of the Central Hospital's inpatient department.
