Such thoughts were just fleeting, and Monica quickly woke up from chaos. No, he couldn't kill Xiao Mo, she was the woman he loved most. He finally let go of his hand...
At the same time, the dagger in Xiao Mo's hand clattered to the ground. She couldn't do it; even though Monica betrayed her, she couldn't bear to kill him. Loving someone meant being forgiving.
Both of them simultaneously let go of their obsessions, thus waking up at the same moment.
Monica quickly sat up from the ground, only to find he was still at the initial spot of Crescent Spring. His luggage was beside him, and on the surrounding beach, there was no sign of Leng Xiao, not even an extra footprint.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, only the heavy breathing of Xiao Mo beside him seemed somewhat disordered...
Xiao Mo sat up, bowed her head, her clothes were neatly buttoned, without any signs of being undone. Looking at her arm again, there was not even a scratch... What on earth is going on?
