"So... all this time, whenever you've looked at me with an elder's mindset, all I've seen is a little girl who likes pretending she's a mature adult."
Those words might not have been pleasant to hear, but you had to admit that with someone of Gu Yuena's temperament, a forceful approach was essential.
Qi Ji understood her all too well. She was the sort who yielded to force, not gentleness.
If you tried reasoning with her in a soft voice, she could talk in circles with you for three days and nights, only to back herself into a dead end and curl up there.
Only by pinning her against the wall, leaving no room for argument, and blocking every escape route could you make her listen.
"So... you can be the Silver Dragon King of the Dragon Clan, but you absolutely cannot be some half of the Dragon God."
Qi Ji looked at her, his tone calm and certain. "You can only be yourself: a foolish Silver Dragon King who inherited the Dragon God's legacy and wants to revive the Dragon Clan."
"I'm not foolish..." Gu Yuena couldn't help hissing, her purple eyes wide like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Her lips puckered slightly, and a faint blush rose to her cheeks-the anger and embarrassment of having a sore spot jabbed.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her long silver hair spilling over her shoulders. A few strands had stuck to her cheeks during her earlier movements, turning almost transparent in the sunlight filtering through the window gap.
"Not foolish?" Qi Ji raised an eyebrow, his golden dragon eyes carrying a teasing look that said, Are you sure?
"Then tell me, without me, and with no Dragon God around, how were you planning to revive