She stood silently like a statue, the wind teasing her black hair and skirt hem, swirling them around as it danced. In the flickering firelight, she appeared cloaked in a layer of dazzling pale yellow light and shadow, mournful yet poignant.
Behind her was a sheer cliff, but she seemed oblivious, her gaze filled with hatred as she stared at the group before her, led by a young man.
He was dressed in luxurious attire, with sword-like brows that reached his temples, and a face once gentle as jade now filled with frostiness, his eyes cold and unfeeling.
"Rui'er, ahead is a sheer cliff. You can't escape. You better hand over the Star Seal obediently."
Upon hearing this, Ling Keri lowered her gaze slightly, her expression unchanged, and a smile slowly blossomed on her perfect lips, but it carried regret and self-recrimination. It was her naive trust in this man's sweet talk that led her to this point of no return.
