The raindrops grew denser, and the entire world blurred into a vast sheet of white. The curtain of rain obstructed her vision; she could not see whether the retreating figure in black walked away with merciless resolve...
"What? Miss Mu is injured?" In the airtight, dark room, the woman's voice was as sharp as a knife. "Does the one surnamed Jiang know about this?"
"I say, Ying Jie'er, why do you still care about that surnamed Jiang?" The man's voice carried a hint of indignation. "Back then, we risked our lives and went through fire and water for him, doing so much. Did he ever show a shred of gratitude for old times?"
Chapter 37