An odd, complicated look flickered across Bai Qingyue's face and through his eyes. He gave Li Meirong a sidelong glance as her words echoed in his head: 'you don't have to take responsibility'? What did she mean by that? Did this troublesome wife of his still entertain the thought of escaping his grasp?
The bright, sunny day transformed into a more depressing scene in a matter of moments, a blanket of grey clouds covering the blue skies. Every piece of greenery in the surrounding garden, every single blade of grass and every leaf and petal growing nearby shriveled along with the Sovereign Lord's fluctuating mood. A sense of darkness lingered in the air.
The ominous silence felt both stifling and brittle at the same time.