What Ye Ranxing could see.
Ye Qixin, who had been keeping an eye on this side all along, could see it too.
An angel's feathers never fell without reason.
Take Ye Qingxian as an example.
Every unconscious drifting feather represented a clash between light and darkness—a soul holding fast beneath darkness's corrosion, and a struggle against falling into boundless night again and again.
Unlike other living beings, behind the angels' innately powerful bloodline, the price of fate's gift had been written long ago.
The arguments nearby continued, but Ye Qixin had no mind to listen to what was happening. Right now, only one thing occupied her thoughts—
Would Mother give her a beating when she got home?
Knowing full well what Mother cared about most, she had still held a tea party and provoked Xiao Xuan into falling.
But from another angle—
Was this really such a bad thing?
Without destruction, there could be no rebuilding.
As long as Xiao Xuan kept dwelling on this matter, her fall was only a question of sooner or later. It might even come more violently and uncontrollably when the truth was accidentally exposed in the future, causing irreversible consequences.
Exposing it a little earlier was, in fact, a good thing.
At least now there was a clear direction. They knew where Xiao Xuan's bottom line lay, what she cared about most, how deeply she cared, and what absolutely could not be touched for the time being...
"Meeting adjourned."
Ye Qixin waved a hand tiredly.
Things had come to this; there was no need for this tea party to continue.
Right now, she only wanted to do one thing: go home at once and reflect on her mistakes with Mother. With one careless slip, she had turned the pure-white Xiao Xuan into a little