"I can fix this, so please…just hang on for a little longer." Ban Yuewei's voice drifted over him like some sort of distant echo. Liu Sumeng's lashes fluttered, but it was so difficult to focus on the scene before him, and making sense of it was even harder. For now, he had to concentrate on breathing.
Ban Yuewei sighed and rose to her feet and slowly backed away from the Ivory Sword Saint. Hai Dufen's corpse was just a dark swollen heap, his skin filled with purples. Her eyes turned glossy as she looked, and she wished that there was more feeling in her heart than pity.
Hai Dufen latched on so desperately to his unrequited feelings, so desperately, he loved and despised her. But Ban Yuewei's love had long run out when Gan Keming had betrayed her. There was no hope for her to reciprocate his affections.
And now she stood there in front of her fallen childhood friend, cursed to repeat this ordeal by the Mirage Temple.
