But it was too late.
Ella Lacey could clearly see, her face scraped and bleeding a purple fluid, a ghastly sight.
Moreover, it wasn't just her face. Most of the exposed parts of her body under her clothes had been injured.
Both of her knees were nearly unable to stand, covered in dark bruises.
Ella walked over, gently smiling as she reminded her, "Next time you walk, don't hold your head so high. Be down-to-earth and you won't fall in such a disgraceful manner."
"Do you think I need your advice?!" She glared at Ella viciously.
She was cursing a hundred times inside.
She was clearly aiming to step on the first stair, how did she suddenly step into thin air, and wind up two steps down all of a sudden?
The only possibility was as Ella had stated - she was too arrogant, so arrogant that she disregarded everything.
Even when walking, she gave off a daring aura as if she could reach home even with her eyes closed.
"You're so smart, you surely don't need my advice."
