Predestined to have none. Virtue unworthy.
A few words struck Bian Xiaohong's ears, causing her to shiver involuntarily!
A terrifying thought involuntarily flashed through her mind for a moment.
Recently, her journey of overcoming obstacles with men, excelling in military training courses, leading far ahead, seemed to be a deception of fate blinding her.
It seemed that all apparent luck was to shame her at this moment, to strike her, and to let Xing Yue vent upon encountering her, to let Nangong Yu more firmly pursue Xing Yue, wholeheartedly cherishing Xing Yue... a laughable, unnoticed, unfortunate foil.
Yes, she was like a fleeting flower's accompaniment.
Xing Yue and Nangong Yu bickered and reconciled, while she was left alone, pitifully so.
Bian Xiaohong looked towards Xi Langyue's direction, unwilling to admit she had lost so miserably, forcing her lips to open and close, uttering a few unclear words: "Men are gone, but I still have grades, and the champion's accolades!"
