Surrounded by three, with nowhere left to run, Yang Guanfeng set Ying Xuan down from his shoulder.
This Spiritual Connection-level spell barrier was one of her last-resort life-saving measures. Now that she had been forced to use it, it could only last less than a quarter of an hour.
Seeing that they had fallen into a dead end, Ying Xuan simply stopped pretending.
She raised a hand and clawed at her own face, dispelling the disguise technique.
Yang Guanfeng looked at that heavenly face, seemingly carved with meticulous care, and sincerely praised, "Beautiful. Almost as beautiful as the child in my family."
Ying Xuan smiled sweetly at his words.
That smile was so beautiful that the two Core Formation Cultivators from the Eastern Wilderness were dazed for a moment.
"Squad Leader, thank you."
Ying Xuan said softly, "These two months on the front line were the happiest and freest days of my life. Being able to choose to come here back then was truly wonderful."
As she spoke, she turned her palm over and handed Yang Guanfeng a jade hairpin rimmed in gold.
Yang Guanfeng recognized at once that this was her final trump card for escaping with her life, so he did not reach out.
Ying Xuan also knew that, given Yang Guanfeng's character, he could never accept it. She spoke again, "There should be no one left in my family waiting for me. Whether I return or not no longer matters. But your family still has relatives waiting for you."
"You can live for yourself."
Yang Guanfeng said.
Ying Xuan froze at those words. Her vermilion lips trembled, and tears spilled from her eyes.
Live for herself.
For a princess born in the imperial palace with only mediocre talent, those were such foreign, distant words.
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