Outside the window, the rain fell endlessly like a fine beaded curtain, shrouding the entire world in a hazy mist.
Bai Xiaofei had been alone in Xiaowei's bedroom for nearly a whole day. He sat there as motionless as a statue, his brow tightly furrowed and a complex expression in his eyes. The surrounding air seemed to have grown heavy with his contemplation, with only the ticking sound of the rain accompanying his inner struggle.
"Xiaowei, I'm sorry..."
Chapter 113