Back then, she had rejected Qiuqiu. As Feng Chen had explained, the reason she had responded so quickly was because she was essentially talking to herself, not to Qiuqiu.
The words "no one is to come out and help me" had been the true reflection of her feelings at that moment.
She had believed she didn't need anyone's assistance. Even if she were on her own, she could handle everything.
"Qiaoqiao, you're no longer alone." Yang Xirong reached out to fix her hair, a trace of affection in her eyes. "In honor of your birthday today, I'll let this beating slide. But if it happens again, I won't hesitate to do the same to you!"
Qi Xuanxuan, who stood nearby, couldn't contain herself any longer. She rushed forward, embracing her tightly and playfully punching her on the shoulder. "Qiaoqiao, no matter what the future holds, remember that I'll always be by your side."
"Happy sixteenth birthday."
