Guan Qinghan murmured, seemingly trying to persuade herself over and over, struggling to make a radiant smile bloom on her face. Yet for some reason, no matter how hard she tried, that smile simply would not appear.
In the end, she stood blankly on the long street as the fine rain fell without cease, strands of drizzle drifting down.
Snow began to flutter around her, and her frost-white eyes grew increasingly lost, increasingly bewildered.
Finally, she bit her lip and gave a bitter smile.
"Father was right after all. From beginning to end, I've always been softhearted. Even at a time like this, I'm still troubled by romantic attachments. How pathetic!"
"Ngh~"
As she spoke, she abruptly extended a finger and pressed it directly against an acupoint on her chest.
In an instant, endless cold swept over her like wind and frost, almost freezing the blood in her veins.
Beneath the wind and rain, a little silvery-white blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. She looked much weaker, but all the distracting thoughts deep within her were severed, and her gaze turned cold and clear once more.
Severing the threads of affection with the sword of wisdom was still beyond her.
After all, her Dao Heart was already entangled with the demon. She could neither cut those ties nor unravel their tangled mess.
Trying to renounce these feelings through willpower alone was far, far too difficult.
It was even utterly impossible!
Thus, she could only use her cultivation technique to temporarily veil her Dao Heart, injuring herself to conceal those feelings.
It merely allowed her to retain her basic reason, rather than letting her heart become a tangled skein as it had before.
Beneath the wind and rain, Guan Qinghan raised her head, gazing at the boundless sky and