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Ah Fei’s hand is already on his sword.
Lin Xian Er looked up at him, said, “Please go ahead, I’d be happy to die in your hands.”
Ah Fei could not look at her, instead looking at his sword.
Her eyes filled with emotions, with tenderness, with love, yet also hate… nothing in this world can touch a man’s heart more than her eyes.
A gleam of light appeared in the corner of her eyes. “You’re the person I love the most in this world. If even you don’t believe me, then there’s no reason for me to keep on living.”
Ah Fei held his sword tightly, his fingers became sore.
Lin Xian Er continued, “If you think I’m the Plum Flower Bandit, that I’m a despicable woman, then just go ahead and kill me, I… I won’t blame you.”
Ah Fei’s hand began to shake.
The ruthless sword, the sword is ruthless, but what about people?
How could people have no emotions?
The candlelight went out.
But Lin Xian Er’s beauty is even more noticeable in the darkness.
She did not speak, but in the darkness, even her breathing sound like a soothing voice, capable of warming one’s heart.
Is there anything more powerful than the power of love?
Looking at a woman like this, looking at the strongest emotions he has felt in his entire life, looking at this endless darkness…
How could Ah Fei possibly kill her?
The sword is ruthless! But the swordsman’s sentimental!
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