She could be domineering enough to disregard everything, or sinister and cunning enough to rival a demon spirit. She could be more heartless than winter's proud plum blossoms, yet now she looked like a fragile girl waiting for my protection at every moment. Her emotions were as complicated as she was, and I felt a turmoil I could barely contain.
I was just as lost. Ever since I had come here, the many comings and goings had left deep impressions that were hard to forget. I had seen the brilliant smile on her face when she was happy, and I had also felt the desolation of being on the verge of losing her. Now, seeing her in sorrow, my own heart inexplicably began to ache. What exactly was she holding on to? I did not understand, but I knew that I liked her.
"Qingcheng..." At some point, it seemed that the goddess within my heart could no longer be moved aside. Sometimes, that was simply an unknown obsession—one that no one was willing to admit.
Xue Qingcheng still did not look at me. This time, she chose indifference, turned around, and walked away from me.
As I watched her purple robes seem as though they might vanish the very next moment, a wave of loss rose in my heart. The feeling of being about to lose her was as if it would tear my heart apart, inch by inch.
I reached out and grabbed her.
"Let go." Xue Qingcheng's icy voice was bone-deep and agonizing. Only then did I realize how cruel her persistence was.
I did not release her. Instead, I pulled her back and said earnestly, "Qingcheng, ever since I let you fight alone in the Death Swamp, I promised that I would never let you fall into