The heavy rain showed no sign of stopping, and it was unclear how long they had hurried forward.
Finally... amidst a field of reeds that remained lush even as they were drenched by the rain.
She found him...
The hurried footsteps finally came to a halt.
The world suddenly became quiet... Yin Baishuang could no longer hear the sound of the torrential rain beside her ear, the rolling thunder in the skies, or the flapping of birds in the valley.
All she could hear was Baili An's almost imperceptible breathing.
She didn't need a mirror to know how shocked she looked.
At this moment, Baili An was like an abandoned newborn baby, his limbs pathetically curled up, the blood on his chest's white shirt long washed to a pale hue by the rain. His eyebrows were lightly furrowed in pain, making his already pallid face due to injury look disturbingly icy.
