Her face instantly turned deathly pale.
Her lips trembled, but no sound came out.
"Then... what should I do?"
She asked the question almost instinctively.
Her voice was filled with helplessness and confusion.
"Very simple."
Han Yuchen held up two fair, slender fingers, looking like a little adult lecturing the world.
"First, forget that you're the princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Remember that you're merely a Support System Student at Shrek. Your status is worthless here."
"Second, use your support on the people who need it most, instead of tossing it to others like a reward only when you're in a good mood. A team doesn't need someone who works according to her mood."
Two sentences.
Every word struck at her heart.
Yet every word pointed directly at the heart of the problem.
Ning Rongrong listened blankly, like someone awakened from a dream.
That's right...
I've always stressed my identity, yet forgotten that identity is the most useless thing here.
I've always complained that others wouldn't cooperate with me, yet forgotten that I've never taken the initiative to cooperate with anyone else.
She was still reeling from the overwhelming impact of those thoughts.
Yet Han Yuchen's gaze suddenly fell on her knee.
The wound she had scraped when she fell yesterday was still covered by the most ordinary bandage she had gotten from Oscar.
It looked especially glaring beneath her gorgeous princess dress.
He curled his lip.
What a bother.
From his robes—or, more accurately, from Dimensional Space—he took out a small, smooth white jade bottle.
Then he casually tossed it over.
The motion looked as though he were throwing away a piece of trash.
"Put this on."
"Don't hold everyone back in tomorrow's training."
His tone remained flat, even carrying a trace of impatience.
As if