Chapter 200 The Buried Babies Were Substitutes?!

• Akin to Bryxton, the rain poured often in Eldham. The heavy raindrops were bucketing down without signs of letups, but I couldn't care less about it as I craned my neck and looked at Shawn with squinted eyes.
• Frowning, he stared at me without uttering a single word. At the same time, I wore my heels and rose to my feet. "Make way, please."
• Even so, his misty out-of-focus silhouette was standing still in the rain with a big black umbrella. Then, he reached out his hand to caress my face. Feeling the warm sensation against my cold skin, I was about to flip out before I heard him say, "Ray, do you hate me?"