The white-clothed woman's smile was very light, like the clouds. It was very clear, like water.
But it contained a myriad of emotions.
There was nostalgia, there was teasing, and most deeply hidden, yet unable to be hidden at all, was a smear of disappointment and frustration.
One would be expected to be joyful at the arrival of a friend from afar, let alone the fact that this friend came at the moment of greatest peril and helped take care of one’s most dangerous enemy. Yet Su Li's expression seemed rather distressed.
It might possibly have to do with that question the white-clothed woman had asked with a chuckle in her voice.
The clouds once again covered up the moonlight and starlight in the sky. The streets once more grew dim and the rain once more began to fall.
In the drizzling rain, he and the white-clothed woman looked at each other without speaking. Everything was quiet.
But in fact, at this very moment, the battle was still continuing.
