47. Sing! Shadows of Spring!

Tomori Takamatsu looked into the eyes of her bandmates one by one; in every pair of eyes, there was only encouragement and absolute trust.

There was nothing left to hesitate about. No matter how frightened she might be, what was bound to come would come eventually. Covering her ears, screaming in denial, and wishing to escape reality was utterly meaningless.

Since there were still people who believed in her, since she was not alone, she would carry those hopes forward and keep walking, even amidst the confusion.

She took a deep breath and turned—

No matter how resilient Gao Min's tolerance might be, she undoubtedly would have broken down and felt terrified upon encountering such an event. Fortunately, Li Zixiao had rushed over in time; otherwise, she wouldn't just be terrified right now—she would likely have felt like dying.

Li Zixiao rested Liang Yan's head on his left arm, gently flicked the tip of her nose with his right hand, grinned broadly, and then lowered his head to kiss her soft lips.

"Is that so? Then does Her Majesty the Empress think so as well? Just like that, allowing a mere maid to tarnish the dignity of the royal family?" Ye Zhen said casually, turning to Empress Jingde. She knew the Empress's temperament all too well; when it concerned the grand matter of royal dignity, even if it were only for show, she would definitely prioritize it first—such as taking Huang Wanru into custody first.

Cen Kexin's spirits instantly lifted. She immediately began pouring out her grievances to the person on the other end of the screen, starting with how lonely she and Xixi had been ever since he left, followed by the people and events around her, while deliberately omitting and ignoring any mention of their previous engagement.

"Are the two of them still in that kind of relationship, then?" Since Yuhuan had not agreed, their relationship had now become delicate.

Walking step by step, Yang Hangyu felt as though he were treading on the edge of a blade, each step a slow, bloody lingchi execution. He heard his own voice shattering: "Is she... still alive?" Darkness suddenly descended before his eyes, and with his strength failing him, he collapsed to the ground, staring at his wife who was within arm's reach, weeping in silent agony.

Qi Ming nodded, and the two descended from the high altitude into the mountain range belonging to the Immortal Sword Sect, finding an open clearing covered in lush green grass.

She subconsciously glanced into the interior of the car. Short, neat black hair, sharp and defined facial features that were chillingly imposing, a straight nose, and bold eyebrows sweeping into his temples. Those deep, sharp black eyes were cold, aloof, and yet overwhelmingly arrogant. Before she knew it, Cen Kexin had locked eyes with that bottomless gaze, freezing in place for a few seconds.

Xie Zhi could tolerate a sudden sneak attack, but after launching a sneak attack, to disparage Xie Zhi in such a manner—how could Xie Zhi possibly endure that?

Ye Qi had been thrown into the Celestial Prison anyway. Regarding this matter, the Sacred Martial Emperor's explanation was that he had handled things incompetently, but Ye Qi knew very well in his heart that he had likely committed a grave offense. He paced anxiously back and forth in the cell, racking his brain yet unable to figure out where he had gone wrong, with only a single thought echoing in his mind: he could not afford to die.

After severing ties with Mo Liuchuan, Mo Liuchuan had locked himself away in his estate for a very long time, never once showing his face.

Chen Guo remembered then. The Japanese Kwantung Army military policeman before her was a translator; the major who had interrogated her back then had called him Translator Zhai.

One of the assistants told Qinghuan that the Rong Corporation had grown increasingly arrogant lately, even snatching a business deal away from the company the day before yesterday.

As she spoke, she could sense that the gaze fixed upon her back was growing more and more... uncontrollable.

As for the burly men who had charged forward aggressively following Brother Dao, they fled in panic one after another under the relentless pursuit of the tank, cursing their parents for not giving them an extra pair of legs.

Ye Lin doted on Ye Ming dearly, and he extended that same pampering to Su Yuan. Ye Lin had learned not long ago that Ye Ming had been taken away by a thunderbird and his whereabouts were unknown, but the helpless truth was that he could not rescue his beloved son either.

Anyone possessing a fifth-grade pill must belong to an extraordinary family; hence, Ye Ming regarded Huangfu Yuqing with a few more layers of solemn caution.

Perhaps gaming youths were simply different from everyone else. After finishing the cake, aside from a few who refused to let go of the microphone, the rest crammed themselves into the game, engaging in fierce gunfights against enemies within the virtual world.