A few bolts of lightning streaked across the cloudy sky. The thunder was like drumsticks hitting the surface of a drum, making one's eardrums numb.
Soon, the heavy rain came, and the heavy curtain of rain almost blocked people's vision.
A man suddenly dashed into the rain, his steps unsteady, his body swaying. As he ran forward, blood from his left arm dripped down, quickly washed away by the rain.
Liu Lin rushed out of the old house, her clothes not fully worn, the snow-white dress clinging to her, making her look disheveled. Watching Min Nan's retreating figure, Liu Lin grew frustrated and exasperated, unable to fathom how things had gone awry today.
Just two minutes ago, Min Nan had deliberately leaned his body to the side. On the other side of the bed lay an old pair of scissors. In an instant, the scissors pierced through Min Nan's arm, blood splattering out. The gory scene left Liu Lin in shock.
