Shen Yuming took two steps forward, with indifference in his eyes, and said loudly, "Li Wennuo, you and I have been destined to be enemies since birth. You never thought that I was ignorant of the world, and our infatuation was wrong when we met. Now I have regretted it, and all the things I should have done to you in the past and should not have been written off." Her voice was calm, resounding, and each word was sonorous, piercing into Shi Rennuo's heart.
After she said that, she exerted her power with her right hand, and with a "ping" sound, the silver sword was broken into two pieces, and the sword tip flew out and inserted into the open space at Shen Yuming's feet.
The last ray of the setting sun sinks into the mountains, and the afterglow coats the peaks with an orange-red halo. I don't know when the Chang Geng star has risen into the dusky sky, and the long night is approaching. The night wind gradually picked up, and the forest waves surged and rustled, making people cry and complain. At dusk, Qiongyuguan is covered with golden light. It has experienced vicissitudes of life, majestic and solemn. The horn of retreat sounded, and the sobs were long. The two daggers were so close to each other, as far away as the end of the world, standing in their respective places and swaying in the afterglow. Shi Rennuo returned to his usual expressionless face, sitting on the horse and watching her back drift away until she disappeared into Qiongyuguan, and did not leave for a long time.