She sat on a creaky stool next to Zhao Ming, trying to calm down by taking deep breaths. Moros had left, and she worried about setting a dangerous immortal free. But memories of Zhao Ming made her feel better; she remembered that he had been peaceful during his past visits to Diqiu, not causing any trouble.
However, his connection with Sunara made her doubt him. It was because of his wife that he hurried the search of Poison Master, who was none other than Xuan Cheng herself.
'If Moros were to make a choice, will he choose his friend, or his love?' she wondered.
'What will I do if I were to choose?' she thought after a long inward pause.
Her eyes fell on the beads that were put together in several strings, falling from the roof and covering the bed's edges.
She cradled one of such strings in her hand and caressed the green bead, pressing it with her thumb so hard as if she was releasing her stress.
