C51 A Night of Killing

The night was dark and stormy, a perfect setting for murder. Suddenly, everything around seemed to dim, all because of the ominous clouds hanging over the man's head.

Ruan Qingge lay in Xiao Rongjuan's arms, feeling as if a million wild horses were stampeding through her mind. Her heart ached as if pierced by needles. How could this be happening? Running into him here