Without Ling Yichen's obstruction, Huangfu qingjue's sword was pointed straight at Ling Chuxi.
Ling Chuxi did not pull out her sword. She also knew that she was not Huangfu qingjue's opponent. Even if she pulled out her sword, it would be of no use. Moreover, even if she could defeat Huangfu qingjue, would she make a move? With their current strength, once they made a move, there would be no chance of turning back. One of them would definitely die on the spot.
"Qingjue, are you going to attack me?" Ling Chuxi stared at Huangfu qingjue's cold and indifferent gaze for a long time. A gentle smile suddenly appeared on her face. Her expression was so calm and composed, so calm.
From the moment they met until now, they had walked hand in hand, never abandoned each other, and all the bits and pieces of their journey surfaced in his mind. Her smile was so gentle, so affectionate, and so blissful.
