Chen Yi lowered his eyes and saw the sleeping Zhou Yitang. Holding her, a sense of tenderness arose in his heart, but then it subsided.
"Alas."
Chen Yi sighed, his thoughts somewhat tangled and indescribable.
Perhaps, when Zhou Yitang faced him, she felt the same way, if not more deeply and entangled.
Chen Yi was unsure how to treat her.
A sword through the heart?
The thought flashed by but was gone in an instant.
She didn't even slay her own three corpses, and in the end, she had nothing to lose, yet should he pierce her heart with a sword?
Moreover, along the way, she protected Yin Tingxue and Min Ning, thought of him, and never used the woman he cared about as a pawn.
As thoughts tangled, Chen Yi silently lowered his eyes.
Then, his pupils contracted slightly.
Zhou Yitang had personally broken her Ruoque Sword.
Chen Yi's fingertips trembled a bit, then he gently wiped the blood from her lips.
