She was about to explode with anger, but he was as indifferent as a bystander. Jirou felt that she was so lucky that she spit out a mouthful of blood without being angry.

The wind is still blowing and the rain is still splashing. If they don't go back, they probably won't be able to go back either.

Suddenly, something flashed in Qin Yinze's mind. It seemed that a voice was laughing at his childishness. When did he have the time to quarrel with a little woman here?