While they waited for Yun Huanling to finish his divination, Mo Qi woke up.
But the instant she regained consciousness, a heart-rending pain tore through her arm.
She looked around, seeming to understand what had happened.
Mo Qi pressed her lips together and said softly, "Thank you."
Yes, Su Jiu had saved her once again.
A cool voice rang out. "You can go back now. We're already out of Twinleaf Town."
Yet Mo Qi did not move for a moment. "After the way I treated you, why did you still save me?"
Su Jiu glanced at her. "It was no trouble. I would have saved anyone I saw."
Mo Qi wanted to smile, but could only manage a strained twitch of her lips. "Don't be such a hopeless do-gooder anymore. The people you save won't necessarily be grateful."
Su Jiu pressed her lips together. "I've never expected gratitude. I only want to act with a clear conscience."
Yes, she had always been that kind of person, always pursuing what she herself believed would leave her conscience clear. But Mo Qi no longer had the right to stand beside her.
And at that moment, she unexpectedly let go of Qiao Zirong too. That obsessive attachment seemed to have abruptly awakened from a dream. It would have been impossible to say she no longer liked him. She still did, but she would no longer cling to him.
Her gaze still held a trace of longing as she looked at Qiao Zirong, but there was also a measure of acceptance.
Someone as good as Su Jiu truly deserved to be loved by everyone. Mo Qi had once thought they were alike, but later, everyone and everything around her had kept reminding her that they were different.
Now, they truly did seem different. If