Fang Zhou's question instantly filled An Ruoxue with melancholy. She raised her head and looked out the window at the howling wind and driving rain. The violent raindrops hammered relentlessly against the glass panes, and the fierce gale ravaged the city.
At this moment, An Ruoxue's heart was stirred with ripples just like the tempest outside.
"Sigh..." She let out an internal sigh, a helpless and faint smile pulling at the corners of her cherry-red lips. After a long silence, An Ruoxue slowly began to speak.
Chapter 40