Qi Li finished reading the magazine and fell silent for a long time.
It wasn't until Luna rubbed its little head against Qi Li's trouser leg that she slowly came back to her senses.
Qi Li stood up, said nothing, just sighed, and, holding Luna, mounted her broom.
"It's time to go," Qi Li said, looking at the misty night sky, as if she could see Machinery City floating in the far-off horizon, "I was looking forward to competing with Angel in the New Star Competition. It seems that won't be possible now."
"But it doesn't matter. Although our paths differ and our pace is not the same, the distance is all the same." Qi Li was full of confidence about her future.
Moreover, Qi Li's reason for going to the New Star Competition was not to compare herself with Angel, but for another person.
A figure flashed in Qi Li's mind, and her eyes instantly grew colder, "I hope to encounter you. This time, I will definitely kill you."