She turned around, her beautiful black eyes meeting Mor's gaze.
Two thin clouds suddenly obscured a corner of the sunset, casting a shadow over Ji Xiaoge's upper body, making her delicate face blurry.
"Your actions will burden me with the lives of nineteen people, including you."
Ji Xiaoge's voice grew colder as she slowly approached Mor: "In other words, turning me into a murderer."
As she finished speaking, she stepped out of the shadow, a complex smile on her lips that sharply contrasted with her icy voice, yet without seeming out of place.
"That's not your fault!"
Mor blurted out instinctively, gritting her teeth: "You're clearly innocent!"
"No... it is my fault..."
Ji Xiaoge shook her head, turned around, and walked towards the holographically projected iron door, disappearing into the darkness.
In the air lingered a barely audible whisper—
"Even though I'm innocent."
