Lu Yan's black orbs were extremely calm and indifferent like an ancient still pool, when they swept past Nian Zhen, they did not contain any trace of emotion as if he was…was nothing.
An unfamiliar emotion suddenly filled Nian Zhen's chest and the cup slipped from his hand and fell on the fall causing a loud sound to echo in the now silent shooting set.
It was so raw and so painful. He gasped and his eyes involuntarily watered. What was this feeling? Why was he feeling so terrible?
Nian Zhen closed his eyes and it was as if he was transported somewhere fantastical.
There were strange plants so beautiful that it could not be real, the sky was so clear and the air, Nian Zhen seemed to take a breath and his entire lungs were filled with an energy so pure and powerful, he could not begin to describe.
He was in the midst of a large number of people standing in front of long white stairs and yet at the same time it did not feel crowded. Was he daydreaming? Had he fainted?
