Qin Yiqiu woke with a start well past midnight. She opened her eyes, her chest rising and falling slightly. The dream had felt so real that she almost believed she had truly committed such an absurd act.
In the flickering candlelight, Qin Yiqiu looked down at the back of her hand. Her skin was as white as jade.
Thank goodness... thank goodness there was no blood, and she had not harmed a fellow disciple.
Chapter 112