As they stared at each other in confrontation, Cheng Yang was the first to yield. He glanced back with mixed feelings. "Listen to my explanation..."
"What explanation? That you weren't the groom yesterday?" Before he could finish, Qiao Anhao started to interrogate him. She stared at him with both love and hate before seemingly coming to a decision.
With her delicate jaw slightly tilted upwards, she pulled her long sword out and pointed it at Cheng Yang's chest. "Pull your sword, you once said that if you were to betray me, you would willingly accept death. Today, only one of us will live."
As she spoke, she swung her sword at him aggressively. Cheng Yang anxiously dodged it. "It isn't like what you think..."
Qiao Anhao continued to swing her sword as though he hadn't spoken. This time, Cheng Yang pulled his sword out to counter her.
Cheng Yang didn't attack her, he just defended himself.
