"Yun Jingrong!" Li Chengyun extinguished his laughter, impassively uttering these three words.
His ink-like pupils carried a deep, serene calm, harboring feelings of patience and restraint.
The sky, dark clouds ticking downward, gave off an oppressive feeling akin to Yun Jingrong.
The people around them could tangibly sense a chill, as if snow was rising within their bodies.
It wasn't overpowering, but it lingered by the heart for a long time, making even breathing feel strenuous.
At the corner of Shi Yuhuan's mouth, a hint of bitterness hinted, his hands tucked into his pockets as he glanced upward at the looming clouds.
The sky was preparing to unleash its rain, furiously and relentlessly, much like the current Li Chengyun.
He asked casually, "I thought you had forgotten."
Li Chengyun responded with a smirk, "Some people and memories cannot be erased."
Despite the thunderous roars in the sky, his voice wasn't particularly loud yet Shi Yuhuan could hear his every word.
