In front of them stood a nearly ten-meter-high ruin, forming an irregular cone shape—created by the disaster relief department using bulldozers to flatten and pile up the remnants of an entire building, to prevent secondary collapses. From afar, it resembled a mini pyramid.
In Ling Xiao's memory, the woman emitting a bright white moonlight sat elegantly on top of the ruins—although the sky covered by Eternal Night had no moon, at the moment Ling Xiao saw her, she was like the moon of this world.
"Making heaven and earth pale in comparison." This phrase seemed more than fitting to describe her.
"It does have that feeling," Sun Hang nodded silently.
Fortunately, Ling Xiao himself had no favorable impression of deities; otherwise, if it were any other teenage boy, he'd be utterly bewitched by her...
