"Tian Huhaoqi ended Zhuri Moment that year. If I said I didn't like that title, no one would believe me. It would only make me seem hypocritical...
"But it's full of regrets. It was built on my friend's lifelong regret. It feels like a handout from fate. I don't like it. I look down on it. I hate it."
Only the sound of the hands moving beneath their feet remained on the Clock Dial.
Huang Jin almost wished Zhuri would say something in her usual bad-tempered way, or imperiously declare that she would never take responsibility for anyone else's life. Even a few nasty taunts would have been fine, something like, "Plenty of people are trapped in Zhuri Moment. One more wouldn't be anything special"...
But Zhuri said nothing. She simply stood there in silence. She knew she shouldn't say sorry, but she didn't know what she should say.
Those questions about "Tian Huhaoqi" left Huang Jin unable to answer. The sight of Zhuri holding her dagger, looking utterly at a loss, left Huang Jin unable to speak.
The palm-wide sword blade touched the ground. Huang Jin softened her voice and said, "If you think of me as a friend, give it everything you have."
At the mention of combat, Zhuri's expression instantly relaxed considerably. Her dagger spun several times in her hand, and she said solemnly, "Of course."
Greatsword and dagger crossed, bright fighting spirit shining in both their eyes, just as it had during Tian Huhaoqi that year.
Though their combat abilities and habits had changed over the years, the broad outlines hadn't changed much. Huang Jin, for instance, used a greatsword in close combat, switching between three forms to handle different situations.
Zhuri was what surprised Huang Jin. In the past, she had fought with three daggers