Her pride and inferiority
"My name is Ling Chuxi." As she watched Qin Xueyi's figure disappear into the distance, Ling Chuxi suddenly came back to her senses and shouted, but she did not know if the other party had heard her voice.
Qin Xueyi had been gone for a long time, but Ling Chuxi could still feel the panic, inferiority, and misery in her eyes at the moment she left. Ling Chuxi's heart felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
Judging from her appearance, she should be young, no older than 17 or 18 years old. That meant she was only seven or 18 years old when she ran to Qing-Yun realm. Judging from the scars on her face and the scars on her hands under the gloves, it was not hard to imagine how much she must have suffered before she finally came to Qing-Yun realm.