Ate one fruit.
Ye Ranxing looked at her little hands, still streaked with traces of juice.
Her skin was a complete mess, smeared with dirt.
There was fruit juice on them, too.
Ye Ranxing flung the pit away in frustration. Looking at her filthy little hands, her vision blurred a little more amid her wounded feelings.
She had wanted to wipe them directly on her little skirt.
But as her hand slowly rose, she forced it back down and simply wiped it on the rough bark of a nearby tree.
Her already filthy, fair little hand was now covered with even more rough bits of bark. Ye Ranxing stared at her little hand as tears gradually blurred her vision. She couldn't accept being this dirty at all. Overwhelmed by misery, she crouched down again and rubbed her hand against the grass. Most of the bark came off, but a layer of green sap had taken its place.
"Wah!"
At last, the little one burst into tears.
She had... cracked.
"Ye Xiaoyao, Ye Xiaoyao, you jerk."
"Do you even know... how dirty I am right now?"
"How could you just leave me here?"
"Waaah, waaah..."
How could a little girl not care about being clean and pretty?
She lowered her head without thinking, only to see her filthy skirt. The tears she'd managed to hold back through sheer stubbornness were on the verge of spilling over again.
The little princess who had once been immaculate down to the last strand of hair.
She had become a disheveled little beggar.
Ye Ranxing walked and cried.
She was so miserable.
She couldn't accept the fact that Ye Xiaoyao had abandoned her.
She cried for a while, then her stomach started growling again.
"Ye Xiaoyao, I'm hungry again. Are you listening or not?"
Ye