"What—what do you want?"
Hong Sha instinctively took half a step back, her pale fingers clutching the corner of her clothes. Her voice trembled as she stammered, "This wedding dress... my mother made it for me by hand..."
"Oh? An antique, is it? Not bad, not bad."
Wei Yueyan licked her lips, her knuckles CRACKING. With a menacing laugh, she slowly advanced toward Hong Sha. "Wearing this dress will only remind you of things and add to your grief. Why don't you entrust it to me? Let me bear this sorrow for you."
If both had been at full strength, Miss Chai, having been AFK for so long and several updates behind, naturally wouldn't have held an advantage in a life-or-death battle. But now, Hong Sha had already been severely wounded by the Triangular Bone Tipped Spear. Even maintaining her form was a struggle, so how could she possibly be a match for Miss Chai?
