Yun Qingwu looked at Fang Zhengzhi, then at the moon in the sky. She was not surprised by Fang Zhengzhi's attitude.
"Do you think that the moon is pretty tonight?"
"Go f*... hmm? That's your question?" Fang Zhengzhi's tone changed midway.
"Yes, that's my question." Yun Qingwu nodded.
"The moon... it's beautiful!" Fang Zhengzhi subconsciously looked up at the night sky. If not for the fact that the air reeked of blood...
He was in a good position to admire the moon.
However...
He never expected that that would be Yun Qingwu's question.
"Mm, I think that it is quite beautiful as well." Yun Qingwu raised her head calmly.
Fang Zhengzhi could not bring himself to be calm.
He had no idea why Yun Qingwu would ask him about the moon, but he knew that after she asked the question, there was a palm at his hand.
A frail-looking palm.
