C84 Mrs Laure's Portrait(20)

A drop of water gathered on top of the wall and fell onto Wai Heng's hair. It was just a drop of water, but Wai Heng couldn't help but shiver. A chill ran through every organ.

When the words came out of his mouth, it was as if a sieve had shaken it off. Wai Heng bent his fingers and pressed them on his temple. The beating of his heart could be heard, like the rolling thunder in the distance