Princess Against the World

"So, you think... this is a good thing?" Ling Luoyu smiled slightly and lowered his eyes: "Because he treats me differently, then I have to accept this favor with gratitude?"

Xin'er shook her head unexpectedly: "If I were you, I wouldn't..."

"Why?"

This answer surprised Ling Luoyu.

"Because you have the qualifications! You have the qualifications to reject him!" Xin'er's eyes showed envy, and she looked at Ling Luoyu scorchingly: "If I had your level of cultivation, I would not be reduced to what I am now. At this point, I will fight tooth and nail, as for life or death...it depends on my own fate!"

"Fight to the death?" Ling Luoyu's smiling eyes became more and more playful: "This sentence is a bit interesting..."

"However, I still recommend not to do that!" Xin'er's attitude was very strange.

"Why is this?"

"Because no matter whether you have strength or not, you will not be the master's opponent... The facts are now in front of you. You are not his opponent. If you continue to fight with him, with your current strength, even if you fight to the death Give it a try...I'm afraid the result will be death...If that's the case, why not live well?"

Xin'er stroked her arm gently and pinched it firmly.

"Miss Ling, if you are alive, you still have hope for everything. If you die... then everything will be gone!"

Better to die than live!

If all the girls here had laid eyes on Ling Luoyu, they would all be dead long ago!

"Miss Xin'er, what you said... is very practical!" Ling Luoyu withdrew his hand calmly: "But, I don't understand. One moment you said you would give it a try, and the next moment you advised me not to force myself... …So, which one is your truest idea?”

"...I, I don't know..."

Xin'er looked away, extremely complicated.

"Sometimes, the thoughts are too beautiful, but the reality...is very different from what we thought...for example..."

She looked at Xia Pei, her pupils shrinking.

"I once imagined that one day I would wear this dress..."

Because she has such confidence that she is the most favored among the women in Anwu.

For her, it was just a matter of time before Xialei came.

"But... now you show up... it's you... Logically speaking, should I hate you?"

Xin'er suddenly smiled, a little sad and a little self-deprecating.

"You have robbed me of this honor and favor that should have been mine. I should hate you. I hate you so much that I wish you had a good death... But the strange thing is that I don't hate you!"

She lowered her eyes and sat hugging her knees, her toes unconsciously drawing circles on the ground.

"I don't know why. Maybe... it's because you and I look very imaginary, or maybe... you, like me, are both women who can't help themselves..."

"What's so special about this Xiapei?" Ling Luoyu suddenly interrupted her: "In the end, it's just a piece of clothing..."

"This is the Queen's Xiapei, the supreme honor..." Xin'er didn't understand why she disdained such a thing: "With it, you have everything..."

"Everything?" A coldness faded from Ling Luoyu's eyes: "It's just everything a man gave you!"

"..."

"All your favors are given by others. They are things your master rewards you because he is in a good mood..."

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