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"Do you think that the junior sister is naive and romantic, curious about everything, and always maintains a smile?" Song Yin asked.
No, only you think that.
The three of them just pulled at the corners of their mouths.
Naive and romantic?
What does that have to do with being naive and romantic?
Ever since the past until now, Lingdang in their memories had never changed, always cursing those who displeased her directly, manipulating them through dolls. When she first joined, there were even Jinxian Sect Disciples they themselves looked down upon, coveting her soft body, whom she cursed and played to death.
More than being naive, she seemed to be unrestrained.
Seeing them as if deep in thought, Song Yin said, "The thing about resentment is that it's too mixed up. With spirit, there is resentment, and without spirit, there is still resentment."
"Mountains and trees are mined, and they bear resentment."
"Livestock and animals are slaughtered, and they bear resentment."
