She watched as the force twisted around her finger, the intense pain piercing through her heart. At this moment, she truly experienced a pang of regret.
This was the hand she used to hold her blade.
She didn't regret standing in the arena, for when she made her decisions, she had already placed her sister's vengeance before her aspirations in life — without personally wading into this bloodied and rotten morass, she could never pursue the lofty mountains and white clouds of her dreams with a light heart.
Yet this final desperate strike, having known its futility, was it a declaration of fight to the death, or was it simply driven by her anger?
Pei Ye's yell of anger rang clear in her ears, but she didn't dare to see the expression on the young man's face, let alone had time to look. In seeking a momentary relief, was she being irresponsible to the friends who shared the same aspirations?
