Outside the window, heavy rain pours down, as if a veil has been cast over the city's sky. The clouds are dark and the wind howls, making it impossible to see anything beyond five meters.,He seemed not to hear, holding her tightly as if to embed her bones. "Wen Zhixia, you're mine.",Wen Zhixia's reproachful words came to a halt the moment she saw the scarlet lipstick mark on his white shirt.。
