Song Yifan looked like he had gone mad, trying to charge forward once more, but Yan Siming and Mu Yufeng grabbed him firmly by the shoulders, holding him back with all their might.
In the end, he could only drop to his knees and weep bitterly and powerlessly. Zhao Qian watched all of this coldly from the side; no trace of any emotion—joy, anger, sorrow, or pleasure—could be discerned on her face.
Perhaps at that very moment, her feelings for her cousin had completely died, and she even felt a sliver of gladness regarding Qiyue's death. She knew, of course, that this was wrong.
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