The lamp went out, and the last bit of light in the room disappeared.
Downstairs, Nian lie stood there and looked at the room with its lights turned off. His dark eyes were shockingly bright.
His whole body was soaked, his sleeves and hair were dripping with water, and the wounds on his body were also throbbing with pain because of the cold.
One of his men walked over and covered him with an umbrella.
"Young master, you haven't fully recovered from your injuries. You should go back first."
The man pursed his lips and didn't say a word. His deep and dark eyes were fixed on the window in the sky.
The subordinate advised again, " you've been out too many times recently. The old master has already noticed. In order to avoid being discovered, young master, you should go back today. You can come back in two days.
The raindrops fell on his long eyelashes, slid down his eyelids, and into his eyes.
