Cheng Shi dragged the corpse behind him, coughing up blood as he made his way back to the battlefield.
Ji Yue was still lying there dead. He couldn't just leave her.
Yes, the Fire Keeper really was dead. That battle hadn't been fake. Although both sides had been putting on an act, not a single blow had been pulled. Even Ji Yue's final self-destructive strike had been a genuine trump card she had never revealed before.
Otherwise, they never would have fooled a shrewd historian.
And it was precisely because both sides had fought as if their lives depended on it that Cheng Shi's grievously wounded state seemed all the more convincing. Acting couldn't produce blood—he really had been blasted until he vomited blood.
He hadn't expected Ji Yue to be so dedicated, either. The resolve behind that final explosion was no different from what one would show when fighting a true mortal enemy to the death...
The moment he was sent flying by the blast, Cheng Shi had even wondered whether she had done it on purpose, just to get revenge on him for deceiving her.
But hadn't she been afraid that he wouldn't come back to save her?
As it turned out, whether Ji Yue had been afraid or not, Cheng Shi couldn't get past himself.
He couldn't abandon a comrade who had dared to give her life for his plan without even exchanging a glance with him.
This really had been Cheng Shi's plan. The moment he realized Zhao Xishi might tamper with the memories from before, he had thought of everything. However, with the enemy watching them, he had already lost the chance to communicate with Ji Yue. So, in the instant their backs touched, Cheng Shi silently wrote two words on either side of Ji