She saw a young man in a watery sky-cyan robe atop a snowy white mountain holding hands with an adorable young girl, smiling together and looking out at the broad, vast world.
She saw a handsome and bright man atop a handsome horse galloping across the endless steppes…
"Clang!"
Metal screeched against metal and sparks flew before her, the dazzling light forcing her to narrow her eye.
A person rolled over beside her, gasping. Feng Zhiwei turned her head to look into Hua Qiong's mud covered face.
She stared at the young woman, no words on her lips. Hua Qiong smiled fearlessly, her bright voice unmarred by the mud and dirt as she said: "Hey, playing hero without me?"
Feng Zhiwei stared at her and the two mud and blood splattered woman smiled at each other; blades ringed them from above, swords aimed at their hearts, but they only had eyes for each other.
