However, even if Jun Moyan drew it with some deviations, he was sure that what he drew was that thing.
Countless images of mountains and rivers collapsing and all things turning to ashes flashed before his eyes.
A pair of eyebrows furrowed tightly together due to the intense emotional turmoil inside.
Feng Liyan's heart, along with his expression, experienced a moment of panic, yet he soon calmed down.
"...What is this?"
Pretending not to know, Feng Liyan raised his eyes to look at Jun Moyan.
But he saw Jun Moyan's eyes fixed intently on his face, as if he had already caught all of his reactions and expressions just now. That gaze, which seemed to penetrate people's thoughts, made Feng Liyan's hands unconsciously clench slowly.
Feng Liyan tried to appear natural. He lowered his head again to look at the thing on the paper on the table, simultaneously using this to avoid Jun Moyan's inquisitive gaze.
