Zhao Ranran's breath quickened, "Regardless of whether he's a Flower Thief or not, how many men in the world would truly die for a woman?" Li Xian's gaze surfaced in her mind again, her thoughts more chaotic: "If they aren't truly in love, how could it be possible? Given they are in love, Nangong Liuli's words might not be false. Could it be I've truly misunderstood the situation?"
She suddenly questioned herself, "Am I eliminating a Flower Thief, or... is it pride driving me to bully a young man?"
Just now, the breaking of swords and spears, the pose and emotion, even heroes rarely possess. How could she remain untouched, and remain indifferent? Yet precisely because of this, her heart was laden with sorrow.
After standing for a long time, she suddenly saw a green light flicker atop Middle Finger Peak. Zhao Ranran leapt up and landed on the summit, unexpectedly picking up a Ghost Jade.
