An abnormal emotion wantonly sprouted in Xia Li's heart, and the gap from deceit, disappointment, repression, anger, and malice turned into vivid red poison thorns, stabbing out from the pitch-black mire, rooting into her young heart.
The Devil's voice lingered by her ear, like countless people murmuring around her.
"It's not what you think!" The Owl raised their voice, "If I didn't say this, you simply wouldn't be willing to leave with us!"
"Ask yourself, isn't that true?"
"You have no opinions of your own, always dependent on others, like a burden needing someone like a nanny to make every choice for you…"
"You're just a burden, a scourge."
These weren't the Owl's words, nor did Xu Xiaoyou speak then, but Xia Li heard those words, her fragile spirit imagining them at any moment, turning the Devil's whispers louder and louder until they became a piercing noise.
