Bi Ji pulled Wang Qiu'er aside into the woods.
"My dear Qiu'er, what's wrong? You seem so down. Could it be that the Holy Son is treating you differently?"
Bi Ji had always regarded the Auspicious Beast as her own daughter.
Wang Qiu'er shook her head. "No, the Holy Son treats me very well. He practically grants my every request."
"Then what's wrong? The Holy Son treats you so well, yet you're still unhappy?"
Bi Ji was puzzled.
Wang Qiu'er sighed, then looked at Bi Ji with watery eyes.
"Wuwu, I'm too useless."
Wang Qiu'er threw herself into Bi Ji's arms and began to cry.
"Don't cry, don't cry."
Bi Ji hurriedly comforted her.
She was completely dumbfounded. Even when Guang Ling Douluo had bullied Wang Qiu'er before, Wang Qiu'er had barely reacted, at most becoming very angry.
Yet now she was actually crying.
She had left happily, only to return in tears.
It formed a stark contrast with everyone outside.
It seemed that a world where only one person was hurt had somehow been achieved, a rare occurrence indeed.
After taking human form, Wang Qiu'er's eyes reddened as she clung to Bi Ji without letting go.
"Do you think this is fair?" Wang Qiu'er choked out. "Bibi Dong and Ah Yin... they've already properly done the things married couples do with Jiang Qingyu. What about me? I haven't even held his hand!"
Bi Ji was holding a teacup when her body jolted. She stared blankly at Wang Qiu'er, unable to say anything for a long while.
"You mean... Ah Yin?" Bi Ji's mind buzzed as she instinctively thought of Jiang Qingyu.
That person was as cool and aloof as a cold pool beneath the moon, with features more exquisite than a painting. Even his usual smiles carried a trace