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Shen Yi was naturally sensitive to people's emotions. She could sense that Shen Xun's emotional state was already on the verge of shattering.
She shouldn't have left him behind like this.
But what else could Shen Yi do? There was no way she could let him get involved.
In the hundreds of times she had reloaded her save, Shen Yi had tried using various hints to prevent the story from unfolding.
She had even dragged her mother into it to try.
It was useless.
As long as anyone else was involved, the rules would judge her as having failed, forcing her to start over.
After that, Shen Yi never tried to play smart again.
Another scheduled fight.
The familiar venue.
The familiar moonlight.
The skinny man looked at Shen Yi in silence, as if looking at an item waiting to be disposed of.
Shen Yi's expression was very calm.
White Sparrow was truly a little tired.
He couldn't help but ask a question: "Have we met somewhere before?"
Shen Yi smiled.
"Save the small talk for after you're dead."
White Sparrow didn't waste any more time. He dodged the gun in her hand. When the blade slid out from his cuff, the tip pointed downward.
The first strike aimed at her chest, the second slashed horizontally at her neck, and the third plunged down toward her collarbone.
Three strikes.
All evaded.
White Sparrow's eyes changed.
He had never seen anyone who could dodge him. The man's expression grew somewhat solemn. "You must be very young."
Shen Yi nodded, keeping her eyes fixed on his movements.
"Then you shouldn't have come here," he said coldly. "It's not too late for you to regret it."
Shen Yi smiled. "I don't regret it."
Dying a hundred times, I wouldn't regret it.
Millions of times, I wouldn't regret it.
As the two exchanged blows, Shen Yi's advantage lay in the fact that she could always predict his predictions.
She could always avoid that fatal landing spot.
White Sparrow's expression grew visibly dark.
Facing this half-grown child, he inexplicably felt the illusion of facing that woman, Wen Ya.
With just one mistake, the knife in her hand could slit his throat.
"A girl your age isn't going to school or trying to be a good person, but instead comes to kill me?" White Sparrow found it unbelievable.
A good person...?
"But the world isn't lacking in good people."
"But I need my brother."
There was no expression on the girl's face.
After meeting Shen Sixing and sensing the strangeness of this family, Shen Yi had already told herself over and over in her heart.
Even being unforgivably wicked is fine.
Just give me a home.
Give me a home, and I will follow you for the rest of my life.
She also wanted to be a good person, but it just wouldn't work.
She didn't have a choice either.
...
Through hundreds of loops.
Shen Yi knew all his movements.
After his left arm was injured, he would instinctively dodge to the right; when his center of gravity was unstable, he would first use his left foot to find the ground.
When fighting a killer, any single mistake was enough to turn defeat into victory.
White Sparrow's arm, shoulder, and side waist were slashed open one after another.
For some reason, he realized something.
He might not be fighting a master.
But rather fighting someone who knew all his trump cards.
For the first time, White Sparrow felt the panic of being killed. His body suddenly shot backward, opening up a distance of three meters.
But this time—
Shen Yi didn't let him retreat.
In a flash of lightning, her left hand reached out and grabbed the wrist White Sparrow had raised as he retreated.
White Sparrow's pupils contracted sharply.
Because on his left hand, there was an old injury.
It was left from a long time ago. It normally didn't affect his movement, but at a certain angle, when the wrist was twisted backward in a specific way, it would briefly lose its strength.
This information was bought with three of Shen Yi's deaths.
White Sparrow's left wrist was twisted to an angle he could not bear.
Pain appeared on his face. His brows furrowed tightly, his lips pressed together, and his jaw was clenched so hard that the muscles in his lower jaw twitched.
The man gritted his teeth and broke free. His counterattack was fast, but it was evaded once again. He quickly changed his movement, raising his leg to try and sweep her away.
Shen Yi predicted his next step, dodging sideways while simultaneously swinging her right hand out.
This time.
He didn't dodge like before, and the cold blade completely sank into White Sparrow's side.
White Sparrow's body froze.
His eyes widened, his pupils focusing on Shen Yi's face.
Shen Yi looked at him, her face expressionless.
Fear surfaced in White Sparrow. He raised his hand, wanting to push her away.
Shen Yi didn't give him the chance.
With a twist of her wrist, the blade turned ninety degrees inside White Sparrow's body.
A muffled groan came from White Sparrow's throat.
His body began to slide down.
Shen Yi crouched down with him.
She still didn't let go.
The knife was still lodged in his body.
White Sparrow fell to his knees on the ground. Blood gushed from his side, flowing down the knife handle onto Shen Yi's hand, carrying the scent of rust.
She was very familiar with this smell; Shen Yi had smelled it hundreds of times.
Only before, it had always been her own blood.
This time, Shen Yi finally managed to successfully kill him before being killed herself.
She murmured, "Sorry, this time, I win."
Even though it was despicable, relying on reloading saves to win.
White Sparrow raised his head and looked at Shen Yi.
"You..." his voice was very light, powerless. "How many times did you use?"
White Sparrow truly felt as if he had killed her hundreds of times.
Otherwise, how could she know him so well?
"One hundred and thirty-seven times."
White Sparrow froze for a moment.
"One hundred and thirty-seven times..." he repeated, his voice growing lower and lower. "Was it for one person?"
Just how great of an obsession was this?
He didn't understand.
Nor could he imagine it.
Shen Yi didn't answer.
White Sparrow's eyes slowly drooped down.
His body finally lost all support completely, tilting forward and falling heavily to the ground.
Dust flew up into the air.
Shen Yi was still crouching there.
She was still gripping that knife, and there was blood on her hands and body as well.
It was unknown whether it was White Sparrow's or her own.
The dust had finally settled.
