Qiao Xiaomai understood clearly that she couldn't leave today, so she simply broke free from Tong Sanlang's embrace.
Even though Tong Sanlang was somewhat prepared this time, he didn't have her strength, so she still managed to free herself easily.
"Sanlang, Lingsu, you both should leave. Let's meet on the battlefield at the front lines." As she spoke, she stepped backward, deliberately returning to the group of men in black.
In an instant, Tong Sanlang's gaze turned lifeless, the light within his eyes extinguished completely.
Qiao Xiaomai pressed her lips together and forced out a smile. "Lingsu, take Sanlang away. Let's meet on the battlefield at the front lines."
After leaving those words behind, she turned and walked toward the small courtyard without looking back.
Behind her came Tong Sanlang's heart-wrenching cries, each piercing through her ears, into her heart, and merging into her very flesh and blood.
Her eyes instantly filled with a misty haze.
