He really had been driven mad by Qi Yuan.
Qi Yuan always had a way of driving him mad.
With all the strength he had, Qi Wang swung his blade viciously at her.
With a single strike, Qi Yuan’s soft sword was cleaved clean in two.
Qi Wang sneered coldly.
But in that brief moment of complacency, Qi Yuan had already drawn a dagger from her boot and plunged it hard into the top of his foot.
Qi Wang let out a shrill scream. His grip on the blade faltered, it dropped from his hand.
But Qi Yuan didn’t hesitate. She lunged forward, tackled Qi Wang down, and without a pause, raised the dagger and drove it straight into his heart.
Her movements were swift and practiced as if she’d rehearsed this moment thousands of times.
So much so that by the time Qi Wang had processed the pain in his foot, his chest had already been pierced with blinding pain.
Time suddenly slowed. His head went foggy, and a haze blurred his vision. Everything around him turned vague and indistinct.
The noise of battle faded into silence.
Waves of exhaustion surged over him. His throat burned with rising heat and pressure. He coughed, spat out blood in heaving bursts, only then did his sight begin to return.
And the first thing he saw,
Was Qi Yuan’s cold, expressionless eyes.
She had already pulled out the dagger.
Qi Wang could feel his life pouring out of him.
He opened his mouth. He called her name.
“Why…?”
His voice trembled with confusion.
He didn’t understand.
“Why?”
Qi Yuan stood and gave a cold, scornful laugh. She didn’t bother to answer.
If someone could get to the point of death and still not understand what they had done wrong, then no amount of explanation would matter.
She came to Jiangxi for one reason: To kill Qi Wang.
This man who claimed he loved her, but had only ever hurt her.
Killing him, that was enough.
She owed him no clarity, no resolution.
Someone who had lived two lifetimes and still hadn’t figured things out… You think a few words could make him see the light?
Don’t be foolish.
