Feng Yun slowly released her umbrella and walked into the rain, not following Xiao Cheng, not looking at Chunyu Yan, not looking back either, but heading straight towards the direction away from the manor...
"Ayun..."
"Shi'er!"
Xiao Cheng pushed aside the guard blocking his way, only to be firmly grasped by Jixiang, "Your Majesty, you mustn't!"
"Let go!" Xiao Cheng roared frantically, his voice trembling.
Chunyu Yan also changed his complexion at the same time. Without further thought, he threw off the blanket and rushed into the rain, striding forward to intercept her.
Feng Yun walked quickly.
Without a second thought.
She indifferently half-closed her eyes as if she could not hear the shouting around her, drenched like a drowned rat, yet her eyes shone remarkably bright.
She was not afraid of anything, she didn't even feel heartache.
Those who fear loss will lose, will experience unbearable pain.
She had always clearly known that she only belonged to herself...