Lu Mian's aura was frightening.
Despite her usual carefree and dissipated laziness, when she got serious, her strong and oppressive presence was unbearable for anyone.
Gu Jingyi clutched at the clothing in front of her chest, too scared to speak.
"I, I didn't do it on purpose..."
She was so terrified her tongue was tied. As Lu Mian almost reached her, Gu Jingyi lowered her eyelids and, using the fastest speed she had ever mustered in her life, she dashed into the pavilion herself.
"Ah—" A shrill scream came from inside the pavilion, followed by her voice, filled with panic and helplessness.
"Lu Mian, don't come any closer!"
Her voice was trembling and sharp, causing Ding Cai, who had made his way to the back mountain, to shiver from afar. When he hastened to the pavilion, the first thing he saw was Lu Mian, standing there with a look of alarm, cold and stern.
In the pavilion was Gu Jingyi, clutching her chest, her face twisted in pain, desperately trying to breathe.
