"Su Mo, are you really leaving?" The woman looked at her.
"Yes." Her quiet words held not a trace of emotion.
"Fine. From this day on, you and I, Lin Muyu and Su Mo, are through. Let this hair be our witness." She drew the sword at her side and cut her long, glossy black hair to her shoulders.
The woman in black looked at her, a hint of reluctance in her eyes.
But still, she turned and left.
Lin Muyu, I, Su Mo, have wronged you.
