Xuanhuang Sect!
The young man, in tattered clothing and reeking of a foul stench, stared blankly at the girl who had become another's wife; the bitterness in his heart had reached an unbearable extreme.
"Why?"
The young man murmured softly, yearning for an answer, an answer that wouldn't extinguish his heart. How he wished the girl would say she was forced, that she wasn't willing to marry that man.
Alas!
Ultimately, the young man was disappointed, as her panicked expression gradually turned calm, her face showing a cold indifference.
The icy aura of the girl seemed to sting the young man; his body shivered, leaving him speechless.
"Dogwa, we were young back then, just children's playful words; don't take it seriously," the girl said coldly.
Thud!
The young man fell weakly onto the ground, his fists clenched tightly, nails digging into his palms, bleeding without him realizing, his gaze towards the girl filled with a sense of a broken heart.
