"Later, after arriving in Demon City, what made it even harder for me to understand was my grandfather. Clearly, he had already secured such a position, so why did he never help me? Just watched me struggle miserably, without any trace of compassion. I also resented Han Zixiong, hated him for far too long, felt like no one in the world was more pitiful or unfortunate than me."
Shangguan Linlang suddenly stopped in her tracks, her expression somewhat wistful as she gazed at the ominously overcast sky above, her mood as heavy as ever.
When Shangguan Linlang suddenly began to dissect her inner world with Shangguan Zifeng, Shangguan Zifeng's face changed repeatedly, feeling as if a heavy stone was pressing down on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
Shangguan Zifeng looked at the excessively slender silhouette of Shangguan Linlang, just three steps away, with great concern, then spoke with a tone of evident guilt, "I'm sorry, Linlang, I..."
