This was a slender, fair hand, smoother and more delicate than most women's hands.
At this moment, it rested on a can of soda.
Fingers hooked the pull-tab, lifting it gently.
PSSHH—
Pale green, fruit-flavored soda fizzed from the opening, flowing between his fingers.
But the handsome-faced man in the black windbreaker didn't seem to mind at all.
He held the drink, slowly brought it to his lips, and took a small sip.
As if savoring an expensive glass of red wine, he closed his eyes, letting the taste linger for a long moment.
The same taste as before... I wonder if Master still likes it...
He muttered, as if lost in his own thoughts.
Suddenly, a voice exploded beside his ear.
"Pei Ye!"
The man's eyes flew open.
WHOOSH—
Around him, a torrential rain had begun to pour, unnoticed until now.
It was black rain.
Droplets fell, splattering on the ground and spreading out in large, dark, ink-like stains.
