Then with a twist, pain shot through her wrist and she loosened her grip. Qiao Muyun snatched that deadly knife from her and flung it hard, hand sweeping back, into the lake.
"Splash~" The calm surface of the lake rippled in widening circles.
Zi Ruoxi was shocked and furious. She was vexed, she was enraged—why, even when she wanted to leave and be freed, was it this hard—
She didn't want to care about anyone or anything anymore. She no longer cared about any of it—those pointless matters of the world: who was in pain, who was sad, who laughed, who was happy… and so on and so on. Everything and everyone had nothing to do with her anymore. She only wanted, selfishly, to exile herself...…
Not even such a wish is allowed?!
Suddenly.
The moment Qiao Muyun threw away her knife, she went completely crazy and, using every ounce of her strength, shoved him away. Like a shooting star chasing the moon, she bolted down toward the lake at lightning speed...…
