The cold blood-colored jade still remains on the fingertips.
Qiao Xiangwan returned to the study, surrounded by dead silence. The system sound that had tortured her for a long time disappeared. The silence was more heart-stopping than any death threat, but it also made her feel an unprecedented sense of freedom.
Just now in the East Palace, she gave up all survival options. When Chu Li's phoenix eyes reflected her determined face, she bit his finger stubbornly with her soft lips, overturning his trap to the ground. At that moment, she was not playing the meek "Qiao Ruoxue", she was Qiao Xiangwan, the avenger who crawled back from hell.
She walked to the bronze mirror, and the person in the mirror was still the meek and harmless "her".
Qiao Xiangwan looked at the perfect mask in the mirror and suddenly smiled.
There was no warmth in that smile, only the poisoned blade and the wildfire that was about to burn everything.
She looked at herself in the mirror and mouthed silently:
The game has begun.
