Ye Chuyi left the police station and drove hastily toward the hospital.
She had carefully preserved Wen Nianyou's blood sample, ready to have it tested.
Moreover, she had infuriated Wen Nianyou to the verge of murder, which left her feeling immensely satisfied.
She couldn't help but hum a tune, and then she saw large raindrops splattering against the windshield.
How odd, it's raining again.
Didn't the weather forecast say that today was supposed to be sunny?
Ye Chuyi was slightly startled; she glanced at the freshly acquired blood sample and felt a skip in her heart.
She believed that rain brought good luck.
And now that she had obtained Wen Nianyou's blood, it had started to rain. Could it be that there really was a secret in Wen Nianyou's blood that could benefit her?
Ye Chuyi couldn't resist extending her hand.
Raindrops fell onto her palm, gathering into a small pool in the center—delicate and gentle, as if it were showering her with its tender sympathy.
