She had simply never stopped to consider whether those things were within her power to obtain. She charged in without a care because she was used to someone cleaning up after her. Without anyone beside her to help, Qiao Ranran did not believe she would still rush in like a fool. If she did, Yu Mingxuan would have died long ago.
Seen from another angle, that attitude was rather sickening.
Yu Mingxuan faltered. Her hand was no longer so gentle as she stroked the youngling; it was even trembling a little. "I didn't mean to..." Perhaps, at this point, Yu Mingxuan could still feel guilty about the trouble and harm her actions had caused everyone. Later, she would no longer feel that way.
Feng Changdong had once said of Yu Mingxuan that she was ruthless toward others and even more ruthless toward herself.
Qiao Ranran tilted her head, her smile the very image of Pei Ling's cold sneer. "You think you didn't mean to, Daoist Yu? Then the next time you charge in, consider whether you have the strength to play the hero—and whether the people beside you have the strength to save you."
Yu Mingxuan's eyes turned cold. She stiffened her neck and said, "Was I supposed to stand by and watch it die? I couldn't do that!"
"Huh?" Qiao Ranran wagged a finger. "You couldn't? Then go ahead and do it yourself! Why drag someone else down with you?"
Yu Mingxuan glanced at Wei Huai, who was still meditating to steady his breath not far away. "Senior Brother Wei was the one who couldn't stand by and watch me die!"
Qiao Ranran laughed. "So you charged in because you were certain Daoist Wei wouldn't abandon you. Before you did, did you ask what he thought?"
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