"Yaoyao, take her away."
Hua Jing gracefully turned around with a flick of her sleeve, and in the dark valley, only the flicker of campfire remained. The silver strands of hair danced like the glow of a full moon, dreamlike and ethereal.
"As for the Divine Son You Su, follow me to continue seeking demons."
"Hua Jing..." Tiao Yaoyao's eyes showed reluctance, her voice pleading softly.
"Are you also going to defy me for her sake?"
Without turning around, Hua Jing's elegant silhouette exuded a cold aloofness.
Tiao Yaoyao clenched her teeth, ultimately letting out a helpless sigh.
She walked to Zi Yiyi's side and gently took Zi Yiyi's delicate arm, preparing to lift her up from the ground where she had confessed her guilt.
"Yiyi, let's go..."
It was only then that Tiao Yaoyao realized her lifelong friend was limp and exhausted, her face ashen, which made her feel even more heartache.
You Su stood transfixed, feeling that the suspicion was becoming ever more substantial.
