When she kicked Emma to the ground, her hands were the first to hit the ground, and a large part of her skin was scraped. Ye Chu's violent kick almost made her vomit blood, but she managed to suppress the anger in her heart. Firstly, xiaoju was looking at her, and secondly, her sister was still lying in the hospital. Emma curled up in fear. She had always been afraid of ye Chu, ever since she was a child.
She remembered that when she first came to the small castle, she was still a child. Ye Chu wore a light blue Princess dress and stood on the spiral stairs looking at them arrogantly. She had a noble temperament, proud and beautiful, just like the noble ladies she saw on TV. Everything in the small castle was precious and meticulous. Even the voices were soft. She met Xiao Ye Chu's gaze and then looked at her own plain and worn dress. Her small heart felt inferior and self-pity, and she instantly understood the difference between the clouds and mud.
