But she had clearly done nothing. She had kept to her own corner, tended Spirit Fields and Spirit Plants, and studied medicine and elixirs. She had no idea how any of that could have stood in Wen Ziheng's way. Before that, he had treated her well. The only friction had been with Yu Mingxuan, who had misunderstood their relationship because Wen Ziheng was kind to her.
At the time, she had been torn between laughter and tears at finding herself an obstacle to the Female Protagonist and her love interest. After that, Wen Ziheng had gone away for a long time. When he returned, he had driven a sword straight through her heart.
Pei Ling watched Qiao Ranran struggle with her grievances, her eyes rimmed red, too heartsick even to cry. His own thoughts were a tangled mess. He gave a cold laugh. "It seems killing him once was letting him off too easily."
One sentence from Pei Ling shattered the sorrow welling up inside her. "What did you say?"
"Wen Ziheng once died by my hand." Pei Ling brushed his fingers over the reddened corners of her eyes. As he studied that unfamiliar color, his gaze darkened. "There's no reason he can't die again."
"I used to think that too." Qiao Ranran's spirits sank. "I wanted revenge. I wanted justice for myself. But I also know Wen Ziheng hasn't done anything yet in this life. Even if I had the strength and the chance to go after him, I couldn't bring myself to do it."
Wen Ziheng had killed her in her previous life. She had every reason and every right to take revenge. But Wen Ziheng in this life was different. She could not condemn someone for things that had not yet happened.
Pei Ling was so furious