The Decision

On the third floor of the Little Black Tower, Zi Qing looked at Qin Guan, unconscious yet impossibly hard, her cheeks flushed and her fingertips trembling slightly.

She gazed at Qin Guan on the floor, his brows furrowed and his face flushed, then at his chest rising and falling beneath his torn-open collar. A pang of bitterness, long forgotten and nearly worn smooth by endless years, quietly welled up in her heart.

Let him enjoy himself...

Xiao Guo's earlier condition echoed in Zi Qing's mind.

The demand was absurd, even humiliating in its own way. But compared with the trials she had endured throughout her life—the blades and frost of hardship, the humiliation and tears of blood she had swallowed—what did this little indignity amount to?

Zi Qing's gaze passed over Qin Guan, seeming to pierce through time and space to behold the bloody, thunderous past.

She had once been the brightest pearl in the Ziwei Star Domain, born into a prominent family and blessed with peerless talent.

The world saw her as proud and cold, but knew nothing of the tender place in her heart, forever bound to her only younger sister.

The little figure who always followed behind her, sweetly calling her older sister.

That night, flames stained the whole sky red. Powerful enemies descended, her Lineage was brought to ruin, her father fought until his strength was spent, and her mother sacrificed herself to power the formation, all to win the sisters a sliver of hope.

Holding her unconscious younger sister, she fled through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with countless sneering pursuers and streaks of spiritual light close behind.

When her younger sister took that fatal curse for her, all that remained was a faint Remnant Soul. Zi Qing had guarded it fiercely in