On the deserted island, lightning flashed and thunder roared, rain poured like a torrential flood.
The intricately carved windows creaked under the force of the howling wind, as rainwater seeped in and spread across the lotus-patterned gold-inlaid floor tiles.
Inside the hall, most of the candles had been extinguished by the wind, leaving only a few pale red palace lanterns casting a desolate, eerie glow in the night.
The air was damp, and the silence was as still as the dark night.
Lu Ying knelt there for a long time, his head raised, staring at Shen Yinning's face.
Shen Yinning turned her face away, avoiding his gaze.
The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them.
But she was naturally stubborn and couldn't bear to lower her head.
Her hands, hanging rigidly at her sides, clenched tighter and tighter. After what seemed like an eternity, she turned to leave.
Suddenly, Lu Ying grabbed her hand.
