The day after a spring rain was, as usual, a sunny day.
It's just that Zheng Qing's mood wasn't as beautiful as the weather due to the interrogation last night.
Perhaps it's a thief's guilty conscience, perhaps it's keen observation, or maybe it's just overreacting, but in any case, Zheng Qing felt that everyone's gaze was strange after he left the house in the morning.
A witch walking towards him flashed a sweet smile, and Zheng Qing suspected she wanted to have his child; a few warlocks in the distance gathered, pointing and whispering, and Zheng Qing felt they wanted to ambush him; even the squirrels on the trees gnawing on hazelnuts made Zheng Qing suspect they were making false moves, wondering if any wizard had used transformation magic, shadowing him with cold eyes, plotting mischief.
This sensitivity reached its peak when Zhang Ji Xin placed his hand on Zheng Qing's shoulder.
Bang!
