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The person that Meng Fuyao had met and the way and methods in which she had met the person were the most correct.

Yet fate would always find ways to play with her—she was unable to have the person she had the fortune of meeting.

Meng Fuyao blinked several times, desperately fighting the tears welling in her eyes as she watched Yan Jingchen's solitary and somber figure under the light. Pursing her lips, she wrote on Zhangsun Wuji's palm, 'I want to kill Mist.'

Zhangsun Wuji paused momentarily before replying, "Fine."

Silently sucking in a breath, Meng Fuyao smiled.

'Yan Jingchen, I killed your wife, now I can only kill your master as compensation.'