It's important to understand why Qiliang has managed to endure the long days and nights all this time, shedding sweat and tears in cruel training just so that someday she could avenge her great hatred and storm the world. But fate was truly too cruel to her; it stripped everything away before letting her fulfill her vision.
Such a blow was akin to a sledgehammer hit; it was difficult to accept no matter what. At this moment, Qiliang's mind was in disarray, completely at a loss.
She had even considered failing the mission, dying at the hands of Li Fei, but never anticipated such an ending.
After a long while, Qiliang gradually calmed her emotions. Her face was expressionless, like a stone sculpture, with no hint of color in her eyes.
She clenched her fists tightly and fiercely struck at Li Fei, but every punch felt like hitting solid rock.
"Why, why is it like this?"
