Centre of Loathe Chapter 45

It rained non-stop.

Bowen Yan, who was lying on the ground, moved a little, and his body involuntarily curled up tighter.

His whole body ached like fire.

The torn wounds gradually became bloody under the erosion of the rain, and the pain penetrated into the bone marrow, which was more uncomfortable than death.

The rain slid into the cochlea along the contours of the ears, and when the footsteps approached, Bai Wenyan couldn't even hear clearly.