She had once smiled innocently and worriless, resplendent like a flower.
Later on, this flower withered, leaving only despair. When she was finally found, her defiled body had lost the vigorous vitality it usually had. There was no sliver of hope in her vacant eyes.
From those pair of eyes of despair, Hongyue could imagine the kind of debasement her sister had suffered while imprisoned by the human aristocrats. Every time she thought of it, she felt like her heart was being sliced apart.
Pixies were born with hope, kindness, and chastity, qualities of the seven virtues given to them from the World Holy Tree. Every loss of a virtue pushed them closer to corruption.
Humans had cruelly taken everything from her sister—her hope, her kindness, her chastity. The virtues she was born with were wantonly devastated, leaving her mauled all over.
