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The blue flame, suspended above Su Yuhang's palm, carried an eerie and bewitching quality as if it possessed a power to enchant the human heart.
It was beautiful, breathtaking in its beauty, yet it was a terrible poison,
even,
effective against radio broadcasts.
Liu Mengyu rested one hand on the bench, lightly supporting her cheek,
These many years, they had always endured this way, seemingly accustomed to the tranquility and becoming one with it,
Hence,
Even now, "fulfilling a long-cherished wish," formally emerging from the shadows to confront that colossal entity that had suppressed them for most of their lives,
There was still no surge of passionate, uplifting zeal,
Even Liu Mengyu herself suddenly felt
that the scene,
was a bit too quiet.
