Listening to his sister's tearful recount, Magong Yongshi gritted his teeth, a rare hint of anger in his voice:
"It's not just that."
"The books I particularly love... maybe they thought there was a secret compartment or something? So they just rifled through them randomly... some parts even got torn out by them..."
Magong Yongshi had always loved reading, especially back in Shenzhu Village, because, in that secluded life in the small village, only the books collected by the Magong Family could broaden her perspective.
Books allowed her to see the world anew, whether it was ancient old tomes or modern books with the scent of fresh ink—
"I really loved those books."
Magong Yongshi clenched her fist.
She was also especially angry.
As for Nishijou Kurenai on the other side?
This little one was treated like an ordinary ragdoll, being squished and torn, and finally thrown to the ground and stomped on.
The dark footprint still lingered on her face.
