Bab 877: 879, I'll beat you to death, you little bastard (one more update)

Of course, at such a time, it was an all-out manhunt, capturing Xi He and bringing her to justice.

"Be careful on the road," Duanmu Sheng told her, going up on her toes to say it.

At some point, a light rain had started to fall from the sky.

The drizzle gradually grew heavier until it turned into a downpour.

Everyone on the road was in a rush, except for the petite figure under the row of Chinese Parasol trees, who was still strolling in the rain, soaked through, yet she walked on as if she didn't feel the cold, lost and dispirited.

On her face, it was no longer possible to tell whether it was rain or tears.

Her eyes were red and swollen, terribly so.

However, this did not mar her beauty; on the contrary, it added an alluring charm.

It made one unable to resist the urge to embrace her, to offer her warmth and care.

This person was precisely Situ Ya.