The weather suddenly turned overcast and the children playing across the lake were called into the Yuanming Pavilion.
After Sheng Yue confessed some things that Gu Ling and Su Liang didn't know before, the atmosphere fell silent.
It was already December. The surface of the lake was coated with a layer of ice. The gaze of Gu Ling and Sheng Yue fell on the ice, seemingly frozen.
After what seemed like forever, Sheng Yue spoke again, "I've said so much, do you still doubt my sincerity? If not, please answer my previous question – can you foresee the future?"
"Yes." Gu Ling looked at Sheng Yue, his gaze fixed on his forehead, devoid of darkness, still the same unremarkable face.
It's not that Gu Ling felt he should be fair and confess something to Sheng Yue in return. In fact, he couldn't really predict the future. The conditions, if there were any, were very harsh. He didn't explain, and Sheng Yue couldn't possibly know what was going on.
