Snow drifted in the wind, piercing through Lü Shu's figure.
Lü Shu seemed speechless, hanging his head low, and after a moment, he spoke softly:
"[Because if I just say certain things, they won't be solemn; I'm afraid you'll forget them, so I want to wait for a specific moment...]"
The next moment, the wind roared like a beast, trees swayed in the snowstorm.
A gust of wind, Lü Shu's figure disappeared.
This was the first time Su Ming'an had such a strong outburst of inner darkness.
The image he presented to teammates, strangers, the audience, and even himself was always bright, great, and determined. He wasn't "hypocritical" like Ming'an, nor "dark" like Shadow, seemingly appropriate, yet ordinary.
His heart was always clear and bright, filled with immense eagerness and goodwill.
