The wind in my hometown was so terrifying at that moment, it seemed like it was going to blow a hole in the sky.
It's obviously approaching summer, so there won't be such a strong wind in my hometown.
However, the lake water is unstable.
The water rises and the clouds surge.
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Yi Jian was sitting in his room in the army. He couldn't see the expression on his face clearly. His back was to the window. The expression on his face was very dark. There was no light. His lips were pursed tightly.
The window is open
The wind blew in, causing his hair to move slightly.
The curtains rolled up and swept across his ears from time to time. His pale, still, silent, and indifferent face never showed any emotion.
Like a statue.
Sitting there, motionless.
The door was pushed open.
Xu Ang stood at the door.
He could vaguely feel the already slightly hot temperature. In this room, the temperature dropped suddenly. It was as if he was in an ice cave, feeling chilly and bone-chilling.
Xu Ang walked to Yi Jian's side and looked at the man's side face buried in the shadows. There was a hint of melancholy in the softness.
It took him a long time before he spoke stiffly and in a low voice, "Young Marshal...Miss Zhong is gone."
Xu Ang's words seemed to fall into a world of nothingness, without any echo.
Yi Jian still maintained that posture, sitting motionless, without blinking her eyes, and even seemed to have no breathing.
It's so quiet, so quiet.
Xu Ang subconsciously took two steps away from the man. He felt that his breathing was easier, and then he dared to continue: "Young Marshal... Miss Zhong should have been to the study. There are signs of tampering with the things inside."
Yi Jian's body finally moved slightly at this time.
Have you been to the study room or moved anything?
That move revealed all his secrets.
His dark eyes penetrated the deep and helpless heat, and he never spoke again, but stood up directly and left downstairs.
Xu Ang quickly followed.
Yi Jian got into the car, and Xu Ang quickly got in as well.
Xu Ang concentrated on driving, while Yi Jian didn't say a word all the way, just looking out the window, very quiet, like a doll.
The car finally stopped in front of the Yi family's hometown.
Xu Ang quickly got out of the car, and before he had time to open the door for Yi Jian, Yi Jian had already taken the lead and got out of the car, walking slowly into the hometown with lazy steps.
