Even the sound of breathing was nearly inaudible.
Cheng Guang was puzzled about what Deng was staring at in the sky. Was he still bothered about the incident that had just happened?
Cheng Guang knew that Deng's state wasn't quite right at the moment, oddly similar to when he was lost in thought while pondering something.
Cheng Guang specifically instructed Qing Luan not to let the servants disturb Deng.
The next day, as the sun began to rise.
The splendid sunlight fell on Deng's face, casting deep shadows that made his facial features appear more profound.
He gazed at the sky, gazing for an entire day.
Like a stone stele, silently watching over time.
His face was aged, wrinkled, but his deep eyes sparkled with a star-like luster, resplendent and unwavering.
At sunrise, a blush of red tinged the distant sky, and Deng suddenly came to his senses.
A slight smile appeared on his face.
