An Ziqi lifted her leg and walked up to Tang Shiyi.
Gazing at those eyes full of malice, she spoke lightly.
"I never thought of competing with you, nor did I think of fighting with you. Even today, I am still who I am, still An Ziqi. The only one who wants to be the Tang Sect's lady from start to finish is just you."
Tang Shiyi heard her words, her eyes bulging with rage, her chest heaving violently.
She had fought against An Ziqi for so long, paying such a grave price.
Yet now, she's still being told that she is An Ziqi, not Tang Ziqi, and doesn't care about her identity with the Tang Sect.
This is simply the greatest irony of all she's done these past years.
If she weren't powerless to speak at this moment, she would surely curse this bitch relentlessly.
An Ziqi looked at her, almost exploding with anger, yet felt no ripples in her heart.
