Nan Zhi's gaze watched the tall and cold figure walking out from the darkness through the hazy rain.
Her eyes slowly shifted to the thin figure in his arms.
There was a pain that burned in her palms. Her fingernails had broken the skin and sticky red blood was starting to flow out.
Raising her hands, she pressed her fingers against her throbbing temples.
It was unbearable.
All her guesses were correct. That beggar was Xue'er.
The handkerchief was Xue'er's.
His most important Xue'er.
Her long and thick eyelashes fluttered and her fingertips were on the door. She wanted to push it open, but her body could not muster any strength to do so.
Should she go?
She had slept with him and was now his woman. Should she get off the car?
No. Why should she get off?
The emotions in her chest surged violently but she maintained a calm look on her face.
