Ephemeral clouds and works
Chapter 179: Discord
began to fall, pitter-pattering on the ground. It was a prelude to an unsettling night. The rain and thunder brought with them riders galloping on horseback. Each wore rainproof hoods, their eyes fix...ter Wen Jing's daughter spoke, she had been silently weeping. The two policemen listened to Han Jing's account, and their hearts also felt a bit stifled. They thought that when they arrested them, the...