C452 The Poisonous Gas Dispersed

"Why? Don't you understand? It's either you or me—one of us has to go," Murong Mingyue said, using all her strength before dropping to one knee, visibly in pain.

"You admit you're more skilled than I am, and you're prettier, but I haven't worked any less hard. Why do you get so much while I have nothing? Everyone's helping you, and I'm always alone, quietly working on my own abilities