A stone flew swiftly and hit the shadowy figure, who, seeing another figure rushing towards him, turned and without a moment of hesitation bolted into the woods beside the road.
Ji Tian struggled to lift her head towards the approaching light source. Rain washed over her eyelids, and Qin Jiangsheng, bending over, grasped her wrist with his cold fingerbones, "Get on."
His hair was soaked through, water dripping down, his whole body in disarray, but his eyes were resolute.
It was hard to imagine that such a boy would later become a villain without morals, capable of any evil.
With Qin Jiangsheng's help, Ji Tian climbed up and collapsed on the gravel road.
A black raincoat was draped over her head, under which Qin Jiangsheng wore a white T-shirt, already drenched and clinging tightly to his skin.
