Li Qingyuan had once felt that she no longer feared death, that she had come to view the very concept with indifference. But now? Now that shadow of death hung heavy over her head once again, and the nature of this particular demise was truly unacceptable.
She could admit to her own lack of strength, admit that she couldn't defeat monsters, and even admit that when faced with many thorny situations, she truly had no power of choice. She could admit all of that without issue. Being killed by an enemy far stronger than herself was one thing, but to die in this manner? That was out of the question.
She had treated these two people before her with such sincerity, and she had felt such heartache for this little girl, only for things to turn out like this. When the man spoke, he had seemed so honest, his expressions so kind—how could anyone have seen even a hint of villainy in his eyes? He had looked exactly like a refugee, exactly like someone homeless, someone just as lost as she was, not knowing where to go next. They had been two of a kind.
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