August weather is as fickle as a mood, the clear skies of moments ago now swallowed by dense clouds. A heavy downpour was imminent.
Tian Shang Ren Jian.
No sooner had Bian Xunzhou sat in his car than a sharp, searing pain shot through his hand. His dark eyes narrowed as he stared at his palm, his expression shifting slightly before he started the engine.
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