Li Shuru laughed softly, then said faintly, "Is this the image I have in Sister Fang Qing's heart?"
"In your heart, am I the imagined adversary?"
Perhaps due to professional influence, when faced with that indescribable feeling, ordinary people might be helpless, speculate wildly, and fall into psychological torment, but Fang Qing chose to take the initiative to attack in order to avoid such a predicament.
They locked eyes.
Li Shuru's smile was gentle.
"Not an imagined adversary; we're already enemies, aren't we?"
"I didn't take you as an enemy."
Fang Qing stared at her counterpart and spoke calmly.
"I believe it."
Li Shuru nodded, "But very few people can unite their knowledge and actions; what one thinks is one thing, what one does is another. Sister Fang Qing didn't take me as an enemy, but hasn't what you've done hurt me?"
Fang Qing's heart tightened, her mouth pressed shut.
"Mountain Village Corpse, it's quite good, isn't it?"
