"You..."
Ye Xian'er silently got up from the ground, picked up the now deformed and broken bronze ring, shedding tears of heartache.
This ring was something her brother left for her, a sentimental keepsake of her brother, and now it had been violently broken by Ergouzi. Despite her strong mentality, she couldn't help but shed tears of sorrow.
"Why do you bully me? What have I done to you?!"
"Is it my fault for not having parents?"
"I too wish to have parents, to enjoy the love of parents like you all do, yet heaven won't allow me to have it!"
"Throughout these years, I've never provoked you, so why always make it hard for me?"
"This ring was left to me by my brother when he left, why did you have to break it?"
No matter how mature Ye Xian'er was, she was ultimately a nine-year-old child, humiliated, she knew how to fight back.
