After those words were exchanged, silence fell between the two once more.
Chen Yi gently traced his fingers across Min Ning's cheek.
He suddenly found it somewhat unbelievable,
So… have I influenced her to such a great extent?
She slays demons, dispels evil, and upholds justice, yet she still cannot forget me.
Chen Yi rarely thought about actively slaying demons or upholding justice himself; those weren't things he did voluntarily. He only acted when it benefited him. Min Ning, however, was different—she would truly draw her blade to help when she encountered injustices.
The Broken Swordsman would set off with his sword for a thousand miles for a drunken boast, while the Spring-Autumn Swordmaster needed not even a single word.
Whether you know me or not, I would still rise gracefully with my sword, bringing down geese across fourteen provinces.
If you do not know me, should I stop slaying demons, dispelling evil, and upholding justice?
