After bidding farewell to Li Jianguo and Li Yuan, Bai Xiaofan left holding Yuan'er's hand.
Along the way, Yuan'er didn't say a word.
Back home, Yuan'er took off her mask, threw herself onto Bai Xiaofan's shoulder, and began to sob softly.
Watching Yuan'er's trembling shoulders from crying, Bai Xiaofan's large hand gently patted her smooth back.
"Master, Yuan'er really can't forgive them. Thinking about how they wanted to give me to the Dark Witch Tribe back then, seeing their faces now makes me feel so disgusted!"
Yuan'er sobbed as she spoke in a low voice.
She understood Bai Xiaofan's intention in taking her to the Li family, and she tried to accept them.
But when she saw Li Jianguo and the others wearing expressions of familial affection, her heart filled with hypocrisy and disgust...
If she weren't with Bai Xiaofan now, if she were still just some insignificant maid, would they still treat her so kindly?
Yuan'er didn't know, nor did she want to know.
