The whole world seemed to suddenly fall silent.
The gentle evening breeze by the ear appeared clear and audible.
The broken sword tightly gripped by Fu Xingyi seemed to tremble subtly.
His whole being stood there, unable to react for a long time to everything that had happened.
It happened too fast and so unexpectedly.
An Ning's current demeanor was also frighteningly calm.
For a moment, she felt that Fu Xingyi was about to kill her with a single stroke.
In fact, if the guard hadn't interrupted Fu Xingyi's strike, she would have already been pierced through the heart by him.
An Ning's heart would truly ache.
Even if it's not love.
It was still chilling to the bone.
Turns out, Fu Xingyi didn't love her as much as she imagined.
She couldn't even compare to Gu Xingchuan.
An Ning sneered slightly.
Truly ridiculous to feel moved by her actions this day.
Fu Xingyi also noticed An Ning's emotional turmoil.
He gripped the sword hilt tightly, speechless at the moment.
