บท 118: Chapter 118 Only Four Days Left

Rumble...

Splatter...

The storm raged on, relentless.

A few kilometers away from the cheap rental apartments, a street stood deserted.

In such heavy rain, even cars could only resort to hazard lights, parked on the side of the road, not daring to continue.

A lone figure, completely drenched.

The wet strands of hair clung to her delicate face.

Biting her lips tightly, she looked gentle, yet there was a hint of stubbornness.

Pushing her electric scooter, now out of battery, she struggled forward through the downpour.

She was Tang Yun.

To pay off the "meal money" she owed Chen Zijie, she chose to deliver food after her regular job.

To earn more, she kept accepting orders.

Not until her phone died and her scooter could not move any further did Tang Yun drag her famished body and decide to head home.

But the Lord of Heaven was not on her side either.

An icy cold downpour began.

Yunyun, you can do this, hang in there!