The silver needles suspended in the air were particularly dazzling and cold under the sunlight, Han Qingjue's heart felt like it was being carved with knives, she felt like she was on a path of no return, leading her to an unseen future.
Suddenly, she felt a twinge of regret, regretting that she had been wrong from the very start. Yes, the one who harmed Yun Peng was her, and no one else. She always believed she was the one who loved him the most.
But now, she had harmed the one she loved the most in such a way.
Han Qingjue was scared, truly very scared, afraid of the day he would learn the truth and gaze at her with eyes as cold as ice.
She had seen Yun Peng's eyes when he looked at Xia Ji, eyes cold as venomous hatred, freezing with a grudge embedded into bones. Xia Ji disregarded such gazes, for she had no heart.
But she had a heart, her entire heart, all her love, was dedicated to Yun Peng alone.
But now, she had personally pushed him into an abyss.
