Yang Yu's outstretched hand was extremely tempting; Tian Hanxue now wanted to grasp Yang Yu's hand and throw herself into his arms.
But the cost of throwing oneself into Yang Yu's embrace is to abandon everything.
Would doing that really bring her happiness? Is there not a way to have both?
Tian Hanxue questioned herself inwardly.
The snowy sky was silent, Yang Yu didn't say a word, silently waiting for Tian Hanxue to make a choice.
After pondering for a while, Tian Hanxue gave her answer:
"After all...
I can't do it."
Yang Yu's outstretched hand slowly lowered,
"No surprises there.
Between getting my love and conquering the world, you still chose the latter, wanting to serve the Demon Clan.
Between us, there's no way to build a bridge."
"...Perhaps you misunderstood one thing."
"Wooosh——", the folded fan in Tian Hanxue's hand unfurled, and the once-stopped blizzard wantonly swept back again.
