As the storm was about to hit, the sky turned completely black.
Although it was only past seven and still bright outside, at this moment it felt like eleven or twelve in the late night, endlessly dark.
The rainfall was heavy, like marbles hitting the ground.
Even tucked in under this small bridge, Yuan Yifan could hear the sound of the raindrops pounding the ground.
Thankfully, this part of the underpass was not yet soaked with water, just a bit damp.
Such early summer weather seemed somewhat chilly.
These days, Yuan Yifan was living the life of a fugitive.
Ever since Qiao Xiaon'an handed over her criminal evidence to the police, they had been searching for her everywhere.
Moreover, based on the sentence she confessed in the video, the police had gone back to where Chu Yun was murdered and collected evidence.
They found traces of a body dissolved in aqua regia on the river bank.
Though many months have passed and those traces are quite hard to find now.
