Zhi'er looked at him, "Did you throw the stone and hit the back of a Group A classmate's hand? Tell me!"
Feng Fuce's expression paused.
He averted his gaze, speaking coldly, "Are you upset because of this? So what if I did? Didn't you win?"
Zhi'er pouted, "I won, but it was an unfair victory, everyone got hit, that's cheating."
Feng Fuce frowned slightly, "I just wanted you to win, and besides, I didn't hurt them, just made it impossible for them to compete with you."
"Brother Ce, this isn't right! It's too unfair."
After she said this, she saw Feng Fuce looking at her with cold, dark eyes.
The emotions inside were surging, like a dark overcast sky pressing down.
"Zhi'er, why do you always emphasize fairness? In this world, even in the Three Realms, is there really such a thing as fairness?"
"Immortals talk about equality of life, but why do they see demons as inherently evil?"
Zhi'er had never heard him speak so seriously.
She was startled at first, "But you can't..."
