Foolishness Or True Love?

Ling Qiaolian couldn't believe her eyes when she noticed whose hand had obstructed her. The blade that had slightly cut through the flesh of Ru's neck was now being held in Ru's hand. No matter how Ling Qiaolian tried to pull it, she couldn't escape from Ru's vice-like grip. Even when the blade of the sword was clearly hurting her hand, Ru didn't flinch. The blade dripped in her blood but she didn't let go.

When Ru lifted her eyes, Ling Qiaolian was left startled. Her eyes were limpid without any shadow of helplessness or pain. In fact, her eyes looked so serene that it made people's heart shudder with fear.

Ling Qiaolian looked and noticed that Rong had straightened up as well with a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips as well. He also didn't seem like the person who seemed devastated to see his sister earlier.

The poised and elegant demeanor of both of them made Ling Qiaolian involuntarily think of Xia Xue.