Never had you expected to be on the receiving end of your girlfriend’s blade. Though her eyes were obscured by the silk fabric covering them, you could feel the coldness of her gaze as she held her sword at your throat.

No words were spoken. Jingliu didn’t make any efforts to move. Perhaps that was the most disturbing part of this all, being seemingly frozen in time.

Then finally — her lips moved. Words flowing out in her usual cold yet elegant manner.

“Do you have any final words?”