There was a brief spark of light in Ji Liangchuan's eyes, but he quickly masked it. With a helpless smile, he said, "You young ladies are really too adorable. The matter between you and He Xing is a case of 'the pot calling the kettle black', and I can't really say who's right and who's wrong."
This statement was somewhat fair, and though Fu Han was still seething with anger inside, she couldn't rebut and could only agree that it was indeed the case. She didn't speak, but turned her head to look out the window again.
It was only a matter of minutes. One second, the scene outside the window was shrouded with the gloomy pre-rain greyness, and in the next, it was suddenly bathed in brilliant sunlight, which at first glance was almost blinding.
But what good was the bright sunshine if dusk was fast approaching? Eventually, the sun would set and darkness would descend once again.
