The wind whistled, the clouds were thick, the sky flashed a lightning, thunder rumbled.

She closed her eyes quietly as if she were asleep.

Hawthorne endured the tear of the wound and picked her up.

That familiar eyebrow is the one he misses.

Facts completely shattered his self-righteous confidence.

She's really dead!

The cold, temperate corpse, the slender fingertips that liked to smooth his frowning brows, was stiff and could not bend.

She could no longer call him sweetly.

It rained cats and dogs.

The rain hit Huo Mui, and the rain blurred his vision.

He reached out and blocked the rain for her, and there were scenes in his...