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To be honest, thoughts like these had nothing to do with Qian Renxue at all.

Moreover, if things had followed the course of history, she would have detested such a situation intensely.

Otherwise, in the original story, Qian Renxue would not have struggled so much over becoming enemies with Tang San.

But Xiao Tianyang's appearance had clearly changed everything.

First of all, there was no denying their feelings for each other.

Otherwise, Qian Renxue could not have turned white-haired the instant Xiao Tianyang died for the first time.

How could such soul-crushing grief exist without love?

Second, having gone through such a profound ordeal, Qian Renxue had come to understand something.

As long as she liked him, that was enough. She could accommodate Xiao Tianyang in everything else, just as he could accommodate her.

Besides, if Qian Renxue could not accept this fact, then leaving was her only option.

After all, if the girls compared to her were merely ordinary, Qian Renxue might have felt it was not worth it.

But whether it was Saber and Madam Mingzhu, who now served as Xiao Tianyang's right-hand women,

or Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong from Tang San's camp, all of them possessed talents no weaker than hers.

Perhaps in the past, their differing identities and statuses had created a clear gap in strength.

But with Xiao Tianyang as a variable, both sides were practically moving forward from the same starting point. Naturally, the gap was not that great.

Putting herself in their shoes, Qian Renxue believed she would not give up an entire forest for a single tree.

The metaphor might have been a little far-fetched.

And for a girl as independent, competitive, and possessive as her, Xiao Tianyang was not a good choice.

Yet that love had already been carved into