The rain poured heavily, and pedestrians hurried along the streets.
Zhuang Zhixi rode his bicycle back home, a cloth bag hanging from the handlebars, already soaked by the rain. He didn't care much about it, pedaling so fast that he accidentally splashed through a puddle, sending water flying everywhere.
Luckily, it wasn't rush hour, or he would've earned himself a scolding for splashing someone.
Zhuang Zhixi swiftly turned into the alley. The charred corpse that had been lying there that morning had already been taken away. Truth be told, Zhuang Zhixi hadn't dared to look at it. He wasn't a coward, but there was no need to give himself nightmares, was there?
The area, which had been crowded with onlookers earlier, was now clean, as if nothing had happened.
Zhuang Zhixi rode into the courtyard and almost collided with Jinlai and his two siblings, who were rushing out in their raincoats. Jinlai shouted, "Move out of the way, pretty boy!"
