She hadn't killed her. This way, if Yunjing were to ask in the future, she wouldn't feel guilty.
"Here. Just jump down yourself," Xi Chenqing said, gesturing towards the sinkhole.
Gu Qingli glanced at the ink-black opening. In this snowy landscape, such a pitch-dark hole was strikingly conspicuous.
Yet, this was to be her burial place.
Xi Chenqing hadn't killed her outright. Instead, she had ordered her to jump, confident that even if Gu Qingli possessed some mysterious means, she wouldn't be able to climb back out.
If she couldn't get out, even if the fall didn't kill her, she would starve or die of old age down there.
Truly a ruthless girl.
She knew clearly that even if she jumped, even with her Space, it couldn't save her own life. Moreover, she wouldn't be able to rescue Xiao Yunjing and the thirty-odd men.
Her only option was to gamble—to bet that this girl, Xi Chenqing, would keep her word. At least Xiao Yunjing wouldn't die.
She didn't want him to die.
