Kim Seonmi felt that sliver of suspicion she had just suppressed rising up once again.
She had no evidence, but she had this premonition: He Tiantian, she did it on purpose!
As she thought so, Kim Seonmi's hand hesitated while drawing the bow.
Whoosh!
Her arrow also pressed the line, but it pressed right at the boundary between the eighth ring and the nine rings.
"Nine rings, it must be nine rings!"
Kim Seonmi and her audience prayed desperately in their hearts.
Of course, while praying for her own good performance, they didn't forget to curse He Tiantian too: she must also get nine rings, nine rings!
This way, Kim Seonmi might win by one ring again.
Next came the third arrow of the second round.
He Tiantian continued to press the line.
Seeing her somewhat regretful expression, pressing the line was definitely not her expectation.
She seemed to also despise herself for always treading the margins.
