Su Ming'an saw Su Rin's expression.
It was a kind of expression tinged with subtle sorrow, his eyes like mist over a lake, even the golden pupils seemed to have lost some of their color.
He had scarcely seen this expression on Su Rin before.
Before he could step forward, the flames in Su Rin's hands suddenly flared up, and in just a second, the monitoring screen in front of Su Rin turned into a heap of ashes.
"What did you see?" Su Ming'an asked in surprise. What image made Su Rin suddenly burn it?
Su Rin turned his head slightly, the braid in his hair swaying slightly.
"...I don't believe it." His dark golden eyes reflected the vast and spacious palace, with the monitoring screens mirrored in his eyes. He seemed to walk a few steps forward aimlessly, then stopped in the same place. As if not wanting to expose his current sorrow, he just lowered his voice and repeated:
"...I don't believe it."
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