"Shouldn't I be angry?" Qiao Mu replied coldly.
The tiny voice was practically about to cry. "S-Sorry Master, I, I, I wanted to forever be by Master's side. I-I will work hard to recover, Master! I will become very amazing…"
The voice timidly became weaker and weaker towards the end, like it didn't even have confidence in itself.
Qiao Mu beckoned towards the little white squirrel that had shrunk near her feet.
The little fellow's beady eyes suddenly brightened, and it leaped into her embrace with a whoosh, its small furry face brimming with joy as it rolled around in her arms.
"Actually, I'm not amazing either." Qiao Mu meticulously smoothed out the little white squirrel's fur and said faintly, "If I were powerful enough…"
Perhaps she wouldn't have ended up in this passive situation at present.
She stood up, her footsteps halting all of a sudden.
