C117 Cocoon breaking formation

There was no struggle, no life. The jade was shattered, and the incense stick was broken. Her beauty blossomed after death.

His heart suddenly sank. Didn't I look forward to her death the most? Didn't I always think of beheading my enemy? But why, when I saw her die with my own eyes, did I not feel the slightest bit of joy? There was only endless frustration.

Due to this trace of uneasiness