At this moment, it was only early in the morning. A wet and cold wind blew from the distant peak surrounded by fog, causing a rustling dead leaf to fly up and brush past Kang De's cheek. His calm eyes did not blink.
It was as if today was just an ordinary day.
It was as if he was only going to the city to visit his good friend.
Leona looked at Kang De. She could feel the heat of the flames churning in his chest. His calmly rising and falling chest was like two huge bellows, agitating the flames to continuously expand and fiercely burn the red stubborn iron. The majestic beating heart was like a hammer refining this iron block, striking out countless sparks.
She knew that this stubborn iron was slowly being forged into a sword. The forger had decided to make the hammer strike faster and fiercer, making the flames burn more fiercely. This was the reason why Kang De was going.