Even though danger was approaching, Chu Yu's mind was surprisingly calm and clear. Although her heart was aching a little from the overwhelming emotions, she knew what she should do at that very moment.
She extended her hand in an attempt to grab Huan Yuan to hide with her. However, she grabbed thin air. When she looked askance, she realized the poem-machine, Huan Yuan, had already left the pavilion for some time. He stood outside of the pavilion expressionlessly.
Chu Yu could not help but be stunned.
Due to the split-second delay, the assassin arrived before her. Knowing that she could not run, she helplessly forced a smile. She did not expect to die again.
Was she really going to lose the life that she had gained with great effort?
She was unwilling to die.
If she died this time, would she time-travel again? Or was that a one-time luck whereby she would die forever this time?
Forever?
She did not want to die.
