Upon hearing this, Luo Er frowned slightly, raised his eyes that subtly slanted upwards, and coldly glanced at He Shan. However, he didn't say anything and instead turned to walk out of the courtyard. His steps were light but extremely quick, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from He Shan's sight.
Seeing him disappear, He Shan patted her chest and let out a long breath, then fixed her gaze steadily on the door, a trace of coldness leaking from her eyes. After a moment, He Shan snorted coldly, turned around, and went inside.
It was already one in the afternoon at this time.
On the road leading out of Jinling City to Tiger Head Cliff, a storm that had lasted several hours finally came to a stop. The distant mountains were washed even greener by the rain, while many flowers in the nearby grass had withered, leaving colorful petals scattered on the ground.
One can't help but recall the poetry of contrasting reds and fading greens.
