Inside the clinic, the silence was so profound that you could almost hear a pin drop.
Murong Ziyue looked at the dagger in her hand, her hand trembling slightly.
With a clang, the dagger fell to the ground.
Master Mo sighed, turned around and walked out of the clinic, closing the door.
"Oh, God, you've destroyed one, must you destroy another?"
Master Mo muttered to herself, her voice so soft only she could hear.
Inside, Murong Ziyue began to cry, tears falling like broken strings of pearls.
This was the first time she cried since the incident.
Or rather, the only time since childhood she openly expressed her emotions, crying without restraint.
"What should I do? I feel worse than death, yet cannot die. My mother, she has no means to protect herself; she cannot go to Xiliao. But now, I don't even have the strength to protect myself, how can I defy Fengdong?"
