Su Jiu had never been the sort to hide behind others and wait for them to clean up her mess.
At this moment, she finally understood that some things could only be resolved by stepping forward herself. No one else could take her place.
Su Jiu still did not understand-not the affection they spoke of, nor the love between men and women. She could not untangle the countless feelings and relationships involved. But she knew in her heart that she owed Mo Qi nothing.
Looking at the short sword still pointed at her, Su Jiu dispelled the confusion in her heart. So be it. Whatever her reasons, if she could point a sword at me today, then the bond between us must truly have run its course.
No one had expected Su Jiu to actually summon the Frost-Cold Purple Ultimate.
Her thin lips parted slightly. "Mo Qi, we'll fight today, but stop short of injury. Afterward, let us never meet again."
Mo Qi's sword hand trembled violently. Her expression flickered, and a trace of reluctance crossed her eyes, only to be replaced by an even firmer resolve.
She knew that after today's fight, she would probably be erased from Su Jiu's heart forever.
Su Jiu's thoughts drifted for a moment. Had it been Mian Mian or Qingqing, she imagined they would never have reached this point with her.
People really were different from one another.
Qiao Zirong seemed about to step forward and stop them, but Yun Chao held him back.
"Things must come to an end," Yun Chao said coldly. "And I advise you not to go over there right now."
Bitterness filled Qiao Zirong's heart. Of course he knew why Yun Chao had stopped him. They had always been different.
To Qiao Zirong, both Su Jiu and Mo