Hui Jing sighed; she had thought too highly of Xiao Yuling, believing that someone who would risk her life to save her and her brother couldn't be that bad at heart.
She had forgotten that Xiao Yuling had lived in the cutthroat Imperial Palace for nearly ten years. Ten years can change many things, even a person.
Hui Jing sighed and said, "Yuling, how I see you doesn't matter. What's important is what you do and how you think."
To gain others' approval and acceptance, one must have a compassionate heart. She was no longer a young girl who could afford to be willful.
Xiao Yuling sneered, "What I think? What I do? Is there something wrong with me? Why won't even you help me?"
Hui Jing gave a bitter smile. "How else should I help you? Must I indulge your whims and join in your foolishness?"
"I'm causing foolishness?" Xiao Yuling was so angry she wanted to slap Hui Jing. How was she being foolish?
