The bickering ended with Ling Qingyu's inevitable defeat—thanks to Xiao Yue's shameless trump card: invoking Tang Ziyi.
Ling Qingyu let out a sharp breath and rolled her eyes. Could someone return her the old, elegant Xiao Yue? The one who was always half-asleep, beautiful, and indifferent? Not this sly, glint-eyed troublemaker grinning with unearned smugness.
Come to think of it, for all their time together, the two warlords and war goddess—Tang Ziyi and Xiao Yue—had never truly opened up about their pasts. Ling Qingyu had never pried. She figured it was impolite to dig into others' secrets. Besides, she believed that as bonds deepened, the truth would naturally come forth.
Maybe she'd assumed their silence was bound by some rule of Miss System. Or maybe... maybe she simply hadn't earned their trust yet. She didn't know. But after everything they had endured together, she was certain there had to be a reason behind their guardedness.
