C943 If It's Not a Hostage Then It's an Elopement

The rain stopped, but the ground was still cold and damp.

The sky was filled with dark clouds, and the rain was coming.

Yung Yan stood there quietly. His black windbreaker made him look noble and elegant, and he looked quite extraordinary.

He was also holding a black pistol in his hand. The white smoke from the muzzle of the gun was blown away by the wind