An Ning leaves.
Xiao Jinxing and Bai Mowan's gaze both turned towards her.
They clearly saw An Ning's arrival and then her departure.
Bai Mowan's fingers left the zither strings.
She smiled desolately, "Aren't you going to chase after her?"
Xiao Jinxing turned back and said indifferently, "She wouldn't care."
"In your heart, An Ning is indeed kind, wise, and magnanimous," Bai Mowan said, her lips curling into a bitter smile.
So.
How could she compare to An Ning?
She should have recognized this reality long ago.
Xiao Jinxing didn't offer any explanation to Bai Mowan.
The feelings between him and An Ning needed no explanation to outsiders.
Bai Mowan lowered her eyes again and continued to play the zither.
Tonight is truly the last night with Xiao Jinxing.
After tonight.
They will truly face each other with swords drawn, with no feelings left to speak of.
A "clang" resounded.
The zither string suddenly snapped with a break.
The sudden snap cut Bai Mowan's finger.
