Bai Di and Xue Ling's words made Huanhuan's heart turn cold.
She didn't want to believe that the prophet was a bad person, but she had to admit that Bai Di and Xue Ling had a point.
Emotions and reason competed in her heart, leaving her at a loss.
She got up and walked forward. "I want solitude. Don't ask me who solitude is. I don't know who she is."
Bai Di and Xue Ling were speechless.
Huanhuan was strong enough to protect herself now, so the two of them let her leave alone.
Seeing her leave, Xue Ling leaned back against the tree trunk and looked up at the starry sky. "Do you think she'll choose to believe us or the prophet?"
Bai Di cleaned up the bones on the ground and said casually, "Huanhuan has her own ideas."
"She's too soft-hearted and trusting."
Without looking up, Bai Di said, "Isn't that one of her strengths?"
