Ye Qingxian was lost in confusion.
On one hand, she loathed how utterly rotten her technique was, after her most beloved Junior Sister had belittled it as worthless.
On the other hand, she was unsure whether she should carry on with her previous plan.
The reason her Junior Sister had become so bewitched was now crystal clear.
Could Ye Qingxian use her own excellent qualities to outshine that utterly wretched scumbag?
Those questions were too tangled for Ye Qingxian to think about just yet.
Because.
Her mind was now full of—
The disdainful words of a certain little girl, her voice rising at the end, as if she were leaning close to Ye Qingxian's ear to mock her.
[Senior Sister, you're no good, are you? ♡~]
In that moment, Ye Qingxian had nearly exploded.
In all her life, after living this long and spending so many years as the number-one prodigy—
For the first time, yes, for the first time, someone had said she was no good...
Tell me, who could endure a little girl's taunt like that without being devastated?
Fine. She was bad at it.
Ye Qingxian's mind reeled, and her heart sank.
Then came the self-doubt.
Could it be that she really wasn't good enough?
She was a peerless prodigy. How could anyone say she wasn't good enough?
Even if she wasn't, she had to be.
Ye Qingxian pretended not to notice the humiliation in her heart and slowly clenched one fist. As her lost soul returned, even the clouds on the horizon seemed to brighten.
What she had to do from now on was simple and clear.
No matter what.
She, Ye Qingxian, couldn't let some little Blondie outshine her.
That would be the height of humiliation.
Amid her anger, Ye Qingxian couldn't help recalling the