Bathed in light, the profound color in her eyes reflected the sun, as the young girl gazed up at the descending radiance, and behind her, not even a shadow remained, or rather, she herself was the shadow of this light.
You Ruhui had always felt that this day would come.
It wasn't that she thought An Jing would lose—far from it. In this world, perhaps no one believed in An Jing's strength more than she did. Of course, strength does not guarantee victory; victory belongs only to those who fight. But coincidentally, An Jing is the one who will eternally fight.
Yet, she just had a feeling.
A feeling that An Jing would leave.
If forced to say why, she wasn't quite sure. But if a reason must be found, it was undeniably that she felt a bit... unworthy.
Unworthy of standing by An Jing's side.
