Ye Ranxing stared at the fruit on the ground. The intense anguish of being humiliated by Yangyang's words and actions made her wish she could stomp it into mush right then and there.
But she didn't.
Because...
At the last moment, she remembered what Yangyang had said.
If she died here, would Ye Xiaoyao even find out?
Ye Ranxing curled up into a miserable little ball, still threatening her fiercely. "All you ever do is scold me, and now you're telling me to get out of here. Hmph... I'm not leaving your territory. What are you gonna do about it? If you've got the guts, kill me!"
The more Ye Ranxing said, the more upset she got. After so many days in exile, almost all the pride of the Fallen Angel Lord had been stripped away, leaving only a fragile little girl beneath the shell. "Waaah, you're a bad person too. There are vicious monsters ahead, and you still want to chase me toward them."
"Bad person, bad person." The little girl buried her face against her knees, still refusing to let up. "Ye Xiaoyao, are you even listening? Your own daughter is about to kick me out, and she's going to send me right into a horde of monsters."
"Do you really want to watch me get bitten to death by monsters?"
"Would you only be happy if I got bitten to death?" She sniffed hard and said something so dejected.
Actually, by the third day of her exile, driven by intense hunger, she'd already been forced to reflect on herself. Deep down, she'd realized she'd made plenty of mistakes.
It was the classic tale of someone who stopped being stubborn after missing a few meals.
But...
The pride of a Fallen Angel, deeply rooted in her very bones,