Seeing Wu Jue shake his head, Jiang Lingxi said, "That's fine."
After all, hands are quite important.
"Go clean up."
"Yes."
Wu Jue walked over to Wu Hua, who was slumped amidst a pile of withered flower leaves. He quietly observed for a moment, then recited a Buddhist prayer softly.
He could still remember the appearance of this little junior sister when he first met her: charmingly cute, with a sweet smile. Later, upon learning that this girl had done something wrong, his first reaction was disbelief, but eventually... he had to believe it.
In his memory, the junior sister who had affectionately called him "senior brother" gradually became more and more unfamiliar.
Until now, completely unrecognizable!
To say that he felt no heartache would be a lie.
Ending up like this was Wu Hua's own doing.
Your Majesty is more decisive than him.
He withdrew the longsword that was pierced into the heart, the tip faintly stained with red.
The last weakly maintained heartbeat, severed!
