The night grew deeper, and despite the onset of early spring, the Northernmost Wilderness remained bitterly cold.
Gently stirring, An Qi, curled up in Zi's embrace, slowly opened her eyes. The weariness in them was undeniable, yet there was a greater sense of satisfaction and relief.
Her large eyes blinked, and a crystal-clear tear rolled down her long eyelashes.
That day, she left. She left after deliberately upsetting Zi, taking advantage of the brotherly bond between Zi and Ye Yinzhu. She hoped that by leaving, Zi would forget her more quickly.
As she gradually distanced herself from the Northernmost Wilderness, An Qi felt like a walking corpse, the image of Zi's purple figure looming ever larger in her heart.
She was unwilling, yet she dared not stay. How she wished she could be like Sura and Haiyang, staying by Zi's side just as they did with Ye Yinzhu!
But she couldn't. She knew she was a sinner, so she had to leave.
