Xiao Chen, Ye Yufei and the others had already left the scene a while ago, but the crowd seemed to have not yet fully processed what had happened, leaving Ning Qingxuan, a goddess, bleeding and collapsed on the ground without anyone coming to help her.
However, Ning Qingxuan probably did not care for anyone's help.
She stood up, straightened her clothes a bit, put on her veil, and gazed in the direction Xiao Chen had departed, speechless for a long time, her heart filled with a complex mix of emotions.
"He's long gone, what are you still looking at?" A young man in white quietly approached Ning Qingxuan, looking at her with a complex expression.
Ning Qingxuan gave him a glance and coldly said, "Disappointed that I lost so miserably?"
"Why would you think that?" the man in white sighed, "I've always felt that there's no need for a woman to be so competitive. In that respect, Ye Yufei is indeed much better than you!"
