Life is like an arrow being launched across the sky; it starts off strong, penetrating the cold and frost, but is ultimately unable to pierce through the mountains of destiny.
Why was Fate playing Meng Fuyao like that?
'Alright, I'll shoot!' She cast aside all doubt, hesitation, and helplessness. There were things beyond her control, and she must not be weak. She was Meng Fuyao.
Xiu–––
The arrow was launched.
It was a fierce launch that carried a significant amount of air flow. The arrow went close to the citizens' hair before going straight up and generating a ferocious gust.
Like light, the arrow moved toward the target at a speed so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye. The palm-sized bullseye was already full of the previous 10 arrows, and there seemed not to be any space left, save for the extreme center area that could fit half a pinky finger.
Yet, Meng Fuyao's arrow had arrived in that exact position in a flash.
