Yuan Wanxia Sends the Painting Again

Xia Wanyuan did not speak, and Jun Shiling walked beside her without saying a word. Their footsteps echoed in the long corridor, and Jun Shiling's heart grew heavier.

"I…" Jun Shiling was about to explain to Xia Wanyuan when he felt a jade-like hand holding his.

Jun Shiling subconsciously clenched his fists. He turned around and saw Xia Wanyuan's cold side profile.

"Do you think I'm very scary?" Jun Shiling asked carefully.

The corners of Xia Wanyuan's lips curled up as she looked at Jun Shiling. "No, you're very good."

She was not an innocent young lady. She knew that pure light could not reach Jun Shiling's current position.

It was just like the politics she had experienced in her previous life. Under the brilliance, there were countless political treacherousities, countless open plots, and hidden schemes. Behind the final avenue of flowers, there was an unknown number of mountains of corpses and seas of bones.