"Who's panicking?! I'm not panicking, you get down here! Who's the trivial one!"
Although Tangze Asuka claimed not to be panicking, she was clearly enraged by this brat who deserved a beating. She raised the peach in her hand and walked towards the giant peach tree at the end of the stream, only to find the closer she got, the more condescending the brat's gaze became.
Upon hearing Tangze Asuka's words, the brat's smile grew more brazen. She slightly shook her wrist, and the delicate folding fan unfolded, covering half her face, but her curved eyes remained visible.
"Look at you, low rank, short stature, low intelligence, plain looks, no matter how you see it, you're a trivial one among trivial ones. Not happy being called that... trivial, trivial human."
"You!"
Tangze Asuka felt as if pierced by thousands of arrows, pointed a finger at the other, wanting to refute something but finding herself speechless, instead she felt like crying more and more.
