"Did you defeat him?"
At the edge of the stone cliff, Min Ning was practicing her sword alone, when a sound suddenly came to her ears.
She turned her head and caught sight of the silhouette of a white-robed female crown flitting gently through the velvety darkness of the night.
Min Ning halted her sword momentum, her legs positioned in a forward lunge, gaze fixed straight ahead, her sword held firm and steady.
"You ask whether I defeated him? I don't know. But... to convey one's heart through the sword is enough."
To convey one's heart through the sword… those brief four words sounded simple, but Chen Yizhen was hardly the sort of person who was easily persuaded. In Yin Weiyin's eyes, he never was. He always yielded to gentleness over force. Were it not for this, she herself would not have suffered so much back then.
Yin Weiyin stepped closer and spoke calmly:
"Drawing swords against each other will only leave a thorn in the heart."
