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Chapter 114: One Hundred and Four Frames
Those people had probably only meant to do Qiao Ranran a favor, mistakenly thinking she had stepped in to help them. But afterward, it became clear that aside from exchanging a few words with Zhong Yunkun, Qiao Ranran's group barely knew the others. They realized they had likely misread her intentions.
But since they had already stopped fighting, there was no need to start again. Wen Ziheng was also someone worth befriending, and within a few words, he had struck up a conversation with them.
Yu Mingxuan, however, was furious. Being ambushed and caught off guard had made her look inadequate. Worse, Qiao Ranran had stepped in to save her, and Wen Ziheng was now chatting happily with the cultivators who had attacked them.
She found every part of it unbearable.
It felt as though her dignity had been torn off and ground into the dirt again and again. Even with dust all over her face and her pride in tatters, she was expected to smile. Wen Ziheng could do that. She couldn't.
She used to think this made Wen Ziheng remarkable. If he could endure setbacks others could not, surely he would one day soar to the heavens and astonish the world. But as time went on,