The setting sun was as white as snow, the night as dark as dusk. The world was enveloped in solitude, with desert dust like sand. In the distance, a lingering crow crossed the barren branches, its harsh caw echoing through the night...
In the blink of an eye, the sky was completely dark. Although it was not so dark as to not see one's hand in front of their face, a bone-chilling coldness spread through the air.
Behind the jagged rocks.
The young girl's face was contorted with frustration, her eyes narrowed slightly. Her normally stunning face was clouded with displeasure and seething rage.
Jiang Hui was somewhat curious. He couldn't figure out what had upset the girl so much. Her face was crossed with anger, like a pot ready to boil over, carrying a silent grudge while gritting her teeth.
Although he hadn't spent much time with the young girl, it wasn't hard to tell from her sporadic utterances that she was a woman who wouldn't easily be wronged.