Even though she knew Su Chen was only kind to her because of this face.
She gladly accepted it.
She was willing, even if it meant being her substitute.
"Alright!"
Lady Shui nodded.
That night, her fiery red clothes seemed dim and lusterless, as if they had lost all their color.
The night grew late.
She left the Imperial Palace of Daqian.
To wander the Jianghu.
Using Cyan Sparrow's name and this very face.
"Now that she's gone, she'll probably never return to the Library Pavilion—that place of heartbreak. Nor will she come to see you again."
A young man in a Daoist robe, a wine gourd hanging from his waist, strode through the wind and snow. He came to stand beside Su Chen, and together they watched the red-clad figure recede into the distance.
"To leave such a beauty utterly heartbroken... in all the world, I suppose only you, the Wind Snow Sword Immortal, are capable of such a thing."
"By the way, are you truly not worried she'll be in danger?"
