"Crying???"
Lin Li froze as he looked at Qian Renxue, who had wrapped herself in her white wings.
He had thought she was charging up some ultimate move. He never expected that she had cried because of him.
Lin Li carefully stepped into the angelic wings, which resembled a steamed bun, and listened closely.
Although the sobbing was quiet, it was unmistakably clear.
But the next moment, the sound abruptly stopped. The wings trembled slightly, and a pair of golden eyes peered at Lin Li through the gaps between the white feathers.
The flames in those eyes had vanished. They were wrapped in glistening tears that reflected the light, carrying the grievance of a little beast that had lost its support.
Their gazes met for only an instant. Immediately afterward, the two wings deliberately shifted toward her cheeks, exposing her snow-white legs instead. Qian Renxue forcefully suppressed her emotions, bit her lip, and held her breath, trying not to make even the slightest sound.
As long as she shut off the place where the sound came from, she would not cry...
This was a skill she had learned long ago.
She had learned it since childhood, ever since Bibi Dong had rejected and hurt her with a hateful gaze whenever she tried to get close. She had successfully hidden it from her father and grandfather, concealing all her negative emotions.
That made her proud.
Other children could only cry, but she was a genius bathed in the glory of angels and the jewel of the Worship Hall. How could she cry like an ordinary child?
Crying was a method used by the weak.
What Qian Renxue had to do was cultivate her Soul Power, learn swordsmanship from grandfather, and become stronger.
But becoming stronger had not earned her mother's recognition.