"I am not anyone's appendage, An Ning, I've never been yours."
Ji Jue told her word by word: "I don't like you."
"..."
In the brief silence, An Ning seemed stunned, her lips trembled slightly.
Frozen.
"That's so annoying, Ji Jue, you're making me sound like a brat..."
Ji Jue did not respond, his expression remained unchanged, unperturbed.
Such an expression, unmoved by any external object...
"Truly annoying," An Ning said.
"Mm."
"So utterly annoying!" An Ning's voice rose.
"Mm."
Ji Jue nodded, drew his knife, and stabbed it into her mended, shattered heart, down to the hilt.
The slender bone knife strangely disappeared.
Yet that heart inexplicably began to beat again.
On instinct, An Ning wanted to struggle to her feet, but she had no strength left, only able to watch as Ji Jue stood up and picked her up.
The body of Little Ox crumbled, transforming again, abandoning many cumbersome parts, becoming tattered armor.
