Not Hated

Not far away, in the shadows of the crowd, a tall, graceful figure stood quietly.

In the end, Bibi Dong had been unable to suppress her curiosity and came out.

She wore an inconspicuous dark-purple casual outfit, with a large hood concealing most of her face, revealing only her beautifully shaped chin and pale lips. She had restrained every trace of her aura, appearing like the most ordinary passerby, yet her gaze pierced through the crowd and landed precisely on the black-haired, black-eyed girl.

That was Snow White. Qian Renxue's daughter.

Bibi Dong watched the girl lower her head, clumsily yet happily adjusting the cheap shell bracelet around her wrist. Her expression was complicated.

She did not like anyone from the Qian Clan. She disliked them to her very bones.

That family, which inherited the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, symbolized divine authority and also represented a past she could not bear to recall. Even Qian Renxue, who carried the Qian Clan's blood, had always faced Bibi Dong's instinctive resistance and distance.

But this girl before her... Bibi Dong realized that she did not seem as resistant as she had imagined.

Was it because of that thick, ink-black hair, so unlike the Qian Clan's signature golden hair? Or because of those obsidian-like, pure black eyes, now gleaming faintly over a cheap bracelet?

That black hair and black eyes diluted the marks of the Qian Clan upon her, making her seem more like an independent, brand-new individual.

Someone who seemed less closely tied to those memories that disgusted her.

Bibi Dong watched Snow White's eyes narrow slightly as she licked the sugar figurine. She watched her reveal curiosity toward every ordinary thing on the street, watched her follow beside the boy named Lin Wan without the slightest hint of a Heaven Dou