It's Not A Gun

Xia Mengxi saw the defeat within Zheng Tianyi's eyes and frowned. He looked like a Commander deserted by his soldiers, a lone man standing on a sandy battlefield whose armor was cracked, sword was destroyed, and the sole standing thing was a pathetic white flag.

She refused to see him like this. She refused to acknowledge he had truly fallen to the bottom. He was a Zheng for christ's sake! Why was his ego this easily destroyed? So what if he was insulted by Yang Feng, so many people in this world also suffered the same thing!

An indistinguishable emotion flashed before her eyes, a thunderous expression overtaking her fair face. This was not the end of the Zheng Empire.