C439 The Harsh Words

The sky was a dull, porcelain gray, heavy with clouds that blocked out the sun, allowing only a sliver of light to filter through the bright window and onto Huo Jun's face. His jaw was clenched, fists tightly balled, fingernails digging into his palms. His face was ashen, his nose prominent, and his eyes seemed ready to burst from their sockets, filled with determination and anger. Indeed