Li Ying looked at Wei Jia with disdain, letting out a cold snort filled with mockery. "Someone like you, a mere country bumpkin, could never create anything worthwhile. You're bound to fail in this round of competition anyway, so why not just give up now? It would save you the embarrassment of coming in last."
Wei Jia cast a fleeting glance at Li Ying, then returned her focus to her embroidery, unaffected by the taunts.
Li Ying, witnessing Wei Jia's unaffected demeanor, rolled her eyes in annoyance.
She had been the center of attention all her life, but Wei Jia's indifference, as if she didn't matter at all, irritated her deeply.
Li Ying believed that Wei Jia was just a proud yet poor individual who, despite appearing indifferent on the surface, surely harbored deep envy towards her inside.
Proudly tilting her head, Li Ying imagined herself as the undisputed winner of the competition.