Breathing pulled on the pain, spreading to limbs and bones; the blood throughout the body seemed to have solidified, yet it also seemed to flow entirely to one spot.
Shiqi could no longer see Li Yuanju in front of her clearly.
He ran,
but his saber was still in her hand,
she would not let go of it.
In the entire Southern Border army, only Li Yuanju used such a Ring-Headed Saber.
When the Young Master sees the saber in her hand, he will naturally understand that Li Yuanju is the spy within the army.
This was the only obsession in Shiqi's heart, even if it seemed ridiculous. Perhaps, Li Yuanju could say his saber was stolen by someone else, or perhaps, he could make up any reason to clear himself of suspicion...
But, Shiqi just did not want to let go.
Through blurred vision, Shiqi saw a familiar figure.
She squatted down, hugging her into her arms, with a warm osmanthus fragrance.
"Shiqi!"
"Shiqi—!"
That voice was clear and warm, as if coming from a distant horizon.
