The sun set in the west, and the bright moon rose high.
Qing Yueqiu stepped outside, her slender figure trembling slightly in the night wind.
"Why... is it still like this!"
She tilted her head back. The pale Moonlight filtered through wisps of clouds, casting mottled shadows across her face.
Her ruby-like eyes were now brimming with tears, the sorrow in her heart finally becoming too much to suppress.
"Back then, I just stood by and watched... as Master was stolen away by Ji Xichan and Shang Miaoyan!"
"I thought that once I became strong, I could protect Master, becoming the invincible sword that stood before him!
I never thought... I never thought I'd be just like before, watching some wicked woman snatch Master away while I can't do a single thing!"
The silver-haired girl clenched the fabric over her chest, her knuckles turning white from the force.
