After stabbing with the sword, her eyes were rimmed with red, and sorrow swam in her pupils.
"I'm wondering why, no matter how carefully I plan every step, I am always one step behind fate."
"I thought you were just a capable but flawed person, one I could use. Taking this final step, trading life for life, I did it willingly, with no regrets. After all, there's no one in this world I care for, nor is there anyone left who cares for me."
"But it's so ridiculous. I fled with the determination to die, dragging Ye Yan and his people along, and yet I ended up pregnant."
She stared at the Demonic Monk, her expression strange: "I shouldn't have been able to conceive, ever, without a uterus. And yet, that one time, that single time, I got pregnant."
"I squatted in the backyard of the Hospital for a long time, thinking then, 'Are you a mythical creature?'"
It's a funny question, quite amusing.
But no one could laugh.
The battlefield was particularly quiet, because no one could move.
