Under the black umbrella, those eyes were filled with bloodthirsty crimson, all reason slowly breaking apart. Lin Weiyang threw the cigarette butt in her hand to the ground, where the sparks and rain made a "sizzling" sound.
She bent down to pick up a plastic bucket from the ground and suddenly splashed it on Han Xi.
Han Xi was completely unprepared, caught off guard and unable to dodge: "Are you crazy? What did you just splash on me?"
Han Xi smelled something fishy, nauseatingly crouching by the roadside, vomiting.
Lin Weiyang, in her high heels, walked directly to the back of a nearby car, opened the trunk, and a large cat jumped out, darting towards Han Xi.
Han Xi felt a tightness in her heart and was so scared that no sound came out.
She reached out to block the attacking cat but was scratched, leaving bloodstained claw marks engraved on the back of Han Xi's cold hand.
