Qiao Xi looked at Lu Yingxue's thin back for a long time without coming to her senses.
Her heart didn't feel good at all.
The fire in her heart burned from Haicheng to the Imperial Capital, and it was only at this moment that it extinguished.
What emerged wasn't a feeling of relief, but rather emptiness. As if a part of her heart had been gouged out, leaving a bloody trace.
Her voice was very soft, "She said she lost to me."
She let out a bitter laugh, and there was a glint of tears in her eyes.
"But I didn't win either." She turned to look at Huo Xingzhou, and tears instantly fell, "I didn't want to fight with her. I just wanted grandma to live. I never thought of life and death struggles."
At that time, she didn't want to run to the Imperial Capital.
Nor did she want to bring down the Lu Family.
With so many things happening in the Imperial Capital, she felt like she was constantly losing a lot.
