Mind Still in a Mess

This was the first time after the beginning of this battle on the Bridge of Helplessness that the two had spoken.

It was also the first conversation between ‘Chen Changsheng’ and ‘Xu Yourong’.

Xu Yourong had said, "I lost."

Chen Changsheng had said, "Can you say that again?"

If the person saying this had been Tang Thirty-Six, then these words would have assuredly been imbued with a derisive scorn intent on doing harm, and Xu Yourong would assuredly have used her Heavenly Phoenix true blood to burn this bridge to ashes. However, she knew of Chen Changsheng's temperament and knew that he had guessed upon something and was rather nervous. As a result, she was not angry, instead giving a silent smile.

The white gauze obscured her face and also her smile. It was only possible to vaguely feel the scent flowing through the air.

Suddenly, the wind and snow stirred and the white gauze hanging from Xu Yourong's curtained hat lifted up.