(Updates are irregular, but I will finish it)
Blood surged forth, and the long sword sank into his shoulder.
Zhao Qihan ignored the bone-deep hatred in the eyes of the person before him and took another step forward.
The blade sank deeper, but he didn't notice. He only stared at the person before him, lovesick and stubbornly grim. "I regret it," he said.
"Regret it? It's too late."
Lan Moyan showed no mercy. She pulled out her sword, the hatred in her eyes plain to see. This time, she aimed for his heart.
Tianze wiped his sword, his gaze cool. "Is something wrong with your head?"
Lan Moyan's eye twitched. Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Otherwise, why would I fall for you?"
Cover art by the beautiful and kindhearted Bishui Gugu. Sending love~
Theme: Join hands and stand side by side as we strive for a better life
