The person in front of her was too stubborn, and her newly recovered body was not suitable for walking too much. Xuan Ningyi knew that her wound would still hurt.
But the person walking in front seemed to feel no pain. Could it be because his heart was already hurting so much that he couldn't feel other pain.
Xuan Ningyi followed that figure closely, fearing that he would be careless and injure the body again, which would only make him more heartbroken.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Days like this made him feel comfortable, even if he was not loved.
A slight slamming of the door interrupted Xuan Ningyi's thoughts, and a small door blocked Xuan Ningyi from all prying eyes.
The smile at the corner of his mouth gradually widened, showing helplessness and bitterness...
The man's breath finally disappeared, and Murong Jingwan curled up and sat on the ground, leaning her back gently against the door.
It's heartache, helplessness, and even more condemnation of conscience...
Is this step by step wrong or right? Does she still have the choice to look back?
No one can tell her the answer. The only thing Murong Jingwan can do is to go on bravely. This is a game, a game of love. Even if you lose everything, you can't lose your own heart.
As night falls, I don't want to eat, I just want to have a good sleep. It's not that I don't feel hungry, but my mind can no longer think about such trivial things.
No matter if she was escaping, only in this way could she get a moment of peace.
It was late at night and there was no electric light. Murong Jingwan didn't know how long she had been sitting on the ground in the same position. Although she was very tired, she did not feel sleepy at all. The long night was so torturous.
There was a slight sound outside the door, and her constant vigilance made her sit up instinctively.
The door was gently pushed open. Looking at the person standing at the door, Murong Jingwan showed a helpless smile.
The queen's movements were so fast that she couldn't imagine. Before Xuan Ningyi's injury healed, she couldn't wait to send someone to remove her as a roadblock.
Is it a coincidence? Or is it fate? But she can't die now.
"You were sent by the Queen to kill me." He affirmed, with a calm tone without a trace of ripples.
The man in black stared at her in astonishment. For a person who was about to face death, her performance was too calm. She made the hand of the man in black holding the knife tremble uncontrollably.
The man in black nodded gently, in recognition, and also to let Murong Jingwan die in peace. At least they all have the right to know why they died.
Without using any internal force, the man in black thought that the person in front of him who had no strength to bind a chicken did not know martial arts, so he quickly raised his sword and stabbed at Murong Jingwan.
He was too confident, but also ignorant. Murong Jingwan's martial arts was far superior to hers. Although the injury was not healed, he only managed to avoid it slightly and was stabbed in the air.
The man in black had a shocked expression on his face, and cold sweat fell from his forehead. The opponent's martial arts was far superior to his, and this time he was going all out to strike with all his strength, risking his life.
Murong Jingwan still did not fight back, she just dodged deftly and knocked the teapot on the table to the ground. The teapot rolled to the ground and made a crisp sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet night.
Murong Jingwan knew that her current body could not tangle with the assassin for too long.
She was also betting that Xuan Ningyi would come when she fell.
