Sunlight filtered through the windows into the wooden house. The wind blew gently, causing the leaves outside to rustle and bring a touch of heat. Inside the wooden house, it was silent. Everyone was watching Luo Zheng warily, afraid he might suddenly become violent. Tang Tian also watched Luo Zheng calmly. Seeing Luo Zheng's frown deepen as he thought, she found a unique charm in it, and a strange feeling flickered in her heart.
Men are most attractive when they are seriously thinking. Tang Tian gazed steadily at Luo Zheng; somehow her animosity faded slightly, a mysterious sensation she couldn't understand. Troubled, she shook her head and silently warned herself, the man before her was her father's murderer, and she could not soften.
The wooden house was so quiet one could hear breathing. Tang Tian watched Luo Zheng, feeling her heart racing unexpectedly. Startled, she withdrew to her original spot, sat in a chair, and waited for Luo Zheng's response.
