But now, she had merely increased that power from ten percent to its full capacity.
As she mulled this over, Xiao Jinghong arrived at the familiar bamboo house, her gaze falling upon the horizon.
The dim, yellow light of the fiery sunset clouds shone through the cracks in the bamboo window, casting itself upon her and faintly revealing her somewhat slender, beautiful silhouette.
Delicate and fragile, yet as upright and straight as a Long Sword.
Xiao Jinghong's eyes swept over the clouds as she silently took out several letters from home from within her robes.
She pinched a letter between her fingers, fanning them open like a fan and holding them before her face so the last rays of the setting sun struck the back of the pages.
The black ink seemed to be dyed with a layer of gold, shimmering brilliantly.
'My husband, please forgive me. Jinghong has broken her promise this time.'
Xiao Jinghong had promised Chen Yi she would return home before the Mid-Autumn Festival.
