At a certain moment, Xu Yuan even doubted that the sword would unsheathe and kill himself.
More precisely, it might kill the version of himself that was holding another girl in his arms right in front of her.
Xu Yuan could understand, for just a short while ago he had declared his love for her in her presence, showered her with affections, only to turn up before her embracing a girl he did not recognize. Seeing her demeanor, she must have tirelessly sought him out right after being transported here, only to find him engaged in such an act.
Therefore, her anger was understandable and justified.
But ultimately, the sword did not unsheathe.
"Who is she?"
Liu Ruoxue smiled faintly, dispelling the storm and snow, her cold expression transforming into shadows under the setting sun, sinking into the lake of her heart.