The distance of two or three meters seemed as long as a century. If Su Tianhai hadn't returned tonight, not planning to take Li Qiushui away, he wouldn't have witnessed such a scene. This was enough to make him live the rest of his life in a state of bitter anger, where, whenever he thought of it, he couldn't control his emotions.
But he eventually returned, and he saw with his own eyes as Li Qiushui transformed into a demon, wielding a butcher's knife against her comrades, against her own people, against those who sacrificed their lives for this country. At this moment, Li Qiushui was no longer the Li Qiushui of the past. At least in Su Tianhai's heart at that time, the fairy-like Li Qiushui from before suddenly died.
