Ning Xie left in such a hurry that he didn't even turn off the light.
The light in the room illuminated the small bottles on the shelves, the colorful glow piercing straight into Leng Tong's eyes.
In that instant, the brilliance was overwhelming.
Leng Tong stood at the doorway, frozen for a long time, slowly adapting to the light before her.
Her gaze fell upon the bottles on the shelves...
Red, green, blue… all the colors one could imagine.
Round, square, flat… all kinds of shapes, each more unusual than the last.
The reflected light from those bottles seemed to shine directly into her heart. Even though the light itself lacked warmth, at that moment, staring at them, her chest felt like it was being roasted over flames—a scalding, stabbing sensation.
The face that was always devoid of emotion now appeared completely dazed.
Her eyes flashed momentarily with confusion and shock.
