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"What's wrong with Xia Hua?" Liu Xia asked in confusion, looking in the direction Xia Hua ran out, then her gaze swept over the scattered chess pieces on the ground and landed on the old woman who had just played chess with Xia Hua.

The gaze wasn't sharp, but the old woman who was being stared at by Liu Xia immediately bowed tremblingly, "This old servant doesn't know, perhaps it's because Miss Xia Hua isn't in good spirits today and didn't make many good moves..."

"This is too much of a tantrum," Liu Xia muttered, then said to Leng Yi and the others, "Let's go find Xia Hua quickly. Please have the maids tidy up the chessboard, Granny." She then instructed Granny.

After Liu Xia finished speaking, Leng Yi and the others hesitated, which made Liu Xia realize something was wrong. Her eyes, as clear as autumn water, narrowed slightly. "I just realized that Wei Feng wasn't sitting next to Xia Hua, and neither of you had said a word. What? Did you two have a fight?"

"Ah, no..." Breeze, whose name was called, shuddered and her eyes darted around.

"Ok?"

Breeze curled her lip, "It's Xia Hua who looks down on us..."

Liu Xia shook her head. "Sigh, we need to find Xia Hua first, otherwise we won't be able to attend class."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, and then went their separate ways to find someone.

Leng Yi left Zhuoyu Pavilion directly. Although it was cold outside, it was better than staying in the eerie and gloomy atmosphere. She naturally had no intention of looking for Xia Hua. She kicked the snow off the ground and wanted to find a place to daydream, so she went to the small kitchen, swaggered over, grabbed a meat bun, and planned to squat down and eat it by the artificial hill behind it.

Holding a steaming hot bun in your hands is more important than anything else.

Just as she circled around to the back of the artificial hill, Leng Yi's body stiffened, and her desire to relax vanished. She couldn't help but curse inwardly, "My secret base has been stolen! And she and Xia Hua are truly destined to be enemies."

Xia Hua was hiding in a hole in the rockery, covering her face and silently shedding tears. The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt: no one understands me, everyone ostracizes me, my heart is already riddled with holes, it would be better to be buried in the snow to cleanse myself.

As she mended her shattered heart from adolescence, she smelled the aroma of meat, and her stomach growled involuntarily. She was hungry.

Xia Hua turned her head and saw the face of the last person she wanted to see. Her face darkened. "How did you find this place?"

"If you stay far away, I won't be able to find you," Leng Yi said speechlessly, the implication being that the little princess should get lost.

Xia Hua's face darkened, but the stickiness on her face reminded her of how badly she had cried, and in an instant her face turned red, a vibrant mix of black and red like a colorful palette. "You've come to laugh at me, haven't you! And you even brought meat buns, do you think I'm some stray dog ​​on the street?" Xia Hua suddenly pointed at the buns in Leng Yi's hand.

A stray dog ​​on the street? Leng Yi was furious, feeling like she'd been insulted. If the food was meant for her and not for her, then wouldn't it be like a stray dog ​​on the street? Does a stray dog ​​on the street deserve to eat a savory meat bun?

"Don't flatter yourself. Even stray dogs on the street don't have snot-covered faces like yours." The angry words were about to spill from Leng Yi's lips, but what came out was a cruel sneer.

Xia Hua's fragile heart couldn't take such harsh words, and she broke down immediately, her face covered in tears and snot. Leng Yi suddenly felt guilty; why was she arguing with a child? She thought she should comfort her, but Xia Hua said something as sharp as a knife: "You wait, after I eliminate you, I'll have someone cut out your tongue!"

After saying that, Xia Hua covered her face and ran away.

Leng Yi felt so cold that she was about to freeze, even the steamed buns were cold. Her earlier soft-heartedness seemed like a joke; although the other person was a ten-year-old child who loved to cry, the malice inside far exceeded the innocence on the surface.

Leng Yi suddenly didn't know what to do... Perhaps from the moment she sprinkled Qing Chun's poison, she became a ruthless villain, capable of poisoning others and also pulling out their tongues.