Wu Shanshan tightly bit her lower lip.
Bothered and regretful, she also felt apprehensive about the upcoming God Worship Ceremony.
"Ran Shen is someone we, the people of Da Xia, have watched grow up together."
"We all know what kind of young man he really is. You've interacted with him more than we have, so you know him better."
"Dad believes that such a big figure among All Gods, Da Xia's genius, will definitely not trouble or punish you over some unpleasant past events, definitely not..."
Under her father's repeated consolations, the girl's eyes were red and swollen as she stepped out of the house.
On the first day of the lunar year, the entire city was clad in silver.
The snow-covered streets still had remnants of red firecracker paper.
On the way to the stadium, people were shoulder to shoulder, full of jubilation.
Wu Shanshan really wanted to blend into the crowd.
