A woman whose heart full of sorrow, Jingliu hated showing her vulnerability. Especially when you caught her heavily injured from the fight with mara-struck soldiers.

"Did Yingxing tell you to follow me?" Jingliu grunted, her lips trembled from the deep wound in her stomach. "That little brat, I already told him I can do it alone."

She was the strongest, and she will always be. A wound like this shouldn't make Jingliu flinch, not at all. Yet her breath was shaky, her body in weakened state.