Chichu Chun loosened her grip on the whip blade, then tightened it again, looking out at the war-torn desert. The roaring steel dragon drove towards the setting sun.
She really killed March.
For a moment, a taut string in Chichu Chun's heart relaxed, and she didn't know what she was feeling. Relief, liberation, unreality? Months of wandering and traveling, her footprints covered the world, always tense, even dreaming of the red-haired girl's wicked and crazy face, fearing that she would suddenly appear before her. The scene of the blonde girl's death occasionally surfaced like a nightmare.
Did she really kill her?
Chichu Chun shook her head and looked at the setting sun descending on the horizon.
This crisis is not over yet, the Life Staff has not been recovered. No matter what happens, she must save the blonde girl this time.
No matter what happens.
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