C88 He Didn't Talk Much

The rain poured mercilessly on Soong Qian, bringing with it an overwhelming chill and sadness. Her clothes were soaked, and her once sleek black hair clung messily to her face, with droplets of water continuously sliding down. The stark contrast between her dark hair and pale cheeks only highlighted her disheveled state.

Kneeling in the rain, Soong Qian was consumed by sorrow