The setting sun bled like blood, the evening glow rushed forth.
Underneath the large floor-to-ceiling window, as twilight gradually emerged, Tong Hua's face was as still as water, her expression serious. She sat solemnly on the sofa directly across from the elevator, as regal as an oil painting.
Whether it was the aroma of tea in the air, the sound of video games from the television, the noise of short videos playing from an old person's cell phone, or even the snack shelf in the corner, none could shake her concentrated spirit any longer.
After experiencing a purification bath and intense concentration, she had achieved the Unity of Heaven and Man. She was without sorrow, without joy, and her heart was filled with peace.
If anything, she had only one feeling at this moment.
—Right now, I am terrifyingly powerful!
Amidst this racket, her heart was like still water as she held a bougainvillea petal plucked from downstairs, her gaze distant.
