Her dark hair was soaked by rain, droplets were drooping, and her facial features were more beautiful than usual in the light of the street, which stopped her heart half-pat and stopped her breathing.

"What do you really want?" Huo Beichen spoke in a lower tone than tonight's temperature.

She slowly loosened her tight fists because of nervousness, some self-mockery, thought he was soft-hearted, calmed down for a moment: "You know, I want to go back to Huahui."

"I said, No. Now, get back to me." Huo Bei-cheng said every word.

Suguan bites her lip dead: "I won't go back unless you promise me."

Huo Bei-cheng stepped forward and the...