The brilliant flowing lights streaked across the dark sky like streamers in the goddess of moon, Chang'er's hands, drawing a beautiful arc in the sky.
The falling meteors were extremely fast, flashing with dazzling sparks. Some were red and yellow like flames, while others were shining with awe-inspiring silver light like swords…
It was such a magnificent scene, but Su Wan was no longer in the mood to watch it!
More and more meteors appeared in front of her eyes, illuminating the man's face.
His excessively handsome face was devoid of any color. His eyes were tightly shut, giving off an indescribable sense of oppression.
Su Wan reached out her hand and grabbed the hand of Jiang Xuecheng. She instantly felt an inexplicable chill.
Jiang Xuecheng's hands were so cold…
"Xuecheng, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
