The sunshine remains brilliant.
Yet beneath this brilliant sunshine, the cold wind feels even more desolate.
Under such bright sunshine, thunder still suddenly roars, echoing across the heavenly vault.
Just like a person with a light-hearted demeanor can harbor endless pain and misfortune deep within.
Feng Lingqing was taken aback, as if she suddenly witnessed a kind of pain and misfortune—although before this, Feng Lingqing hadn't faced too many disasters, nor too much misfortune.
At that moment, a layer of inexplicable cold sweat appeared on Feng Lingqing's forehead.
Only when one feels an unknown fear in the heart does cold sweat break out.
Feng Lingqing felt a speechless sense of terror rising in her heart, as if the person before her had suddenly become extremely frightening, so terrifying that she began to feel a nightmare was brewing, and a hint of timidity emerged.
"You—"
She opened her mouth, yet she no longer knew what to say, nor what could be said.
