Chiang Qing gazed at Qi Taiguo with infatuation. How long had it been since she last saw him? Half a year? Or even longer?
She couldn’t remember!
He was even more handsome now. The months of training had bestowed upon him an aura of solemn majesty, like a black gemstone; its light not overwhelmingly bright, yet striking and attention-grabbing.
She didn’t know what his comrade had said to him, she only saw him clench his fist and give the person a playful punch, a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips.
Chiang Qing knew that this man would not die easily; his abilities went far beyond this. Indeed, he hadn’t disappointed her.
However...
The smile on Chiang Qing’s lips turned cold.
What use was it? He didn’t belong to her; he didn’t love her. He would rather die than have her; he was that woman Cheng Su’s.
Jealousy surged through her chest, raging in every limb. Chiang Qing pressed her hand tightly against her chest, her teeth clenching.
Obsession stems from deep affection, difficult to control.
Qi Taiguo was bidding farewell to the comrades he had trained with this time. Once parted, who knew if there would be a chance to meet again, so they all cherished this final moment of farewell.
However, he felt someone watching him. This feeling of being scrutinized was like a thorn in his back, making him extremely uneasy.
Qi Taiguo’s eyes sharply scanned the direction of the gaze, yet there was nothing.
He furrowed his brows, looked around, and still saw nothing.
Chiang Qing hid behind a pillar, letting out a long breath. What a keen sense.
But why hide? Didn’t she come just to see him?
Chiang Qing bit her lip, rubbing her left arm as if she could feel the scars beneath her sleeve through the fabric.


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