"You... you have... wounds on your body, child..."
At the next moment when Valentina spoke, a pair of long, white, tender ears suddenly stood up and wiggled beside her cheeks. They were adorned with many small earrings clinking softly, startling Valentina.
Unexpectedly, the little girl glanced at Valentina beside her, then shrank back to her original position, muttering as she opened her mouth,
"Mind your own business, trivial fish."
"..."
Valentina's face turned dark, blocked by this girl's words, unable to catch her breath.
She clenched her fist, wanting to give this impolite little brat a beating, but soon she seemed to sense the deep despair and sadness hidden in the other's words...
She couldn't understand why the child in front of her was so unhappy, despite being so young...
But the wounds on this little girl's body were only increasing, and the scarlet, fragrant blood brought Valentina back to her senses. She said worriedly,
