"I said it's fine."
Hua Ying's voice, tinged with laughter, drifted through.
"Having some people here wouldn't be bad. This Piaomiao Mountain has been far too quiet lately."
Hua Ying leaned against a tree, gazing at her homeland with a desolate expression.
Humans are social creatures. Back when the Flower Spirit Tribe existed, they could afford to be exclusive, but now, there's only her left here.
Although she could stay with the animals here, they ultimately couldn't speak.
Moreover, over time, and with interactions with the outside world, she found herself no longer rejecting outsiders as much as she once did.
Though the outside world had people like Han Chen, who were ruthless and unkind, there were also warm and kind souls.
Ruanruan, listening to Hua Ying's voice, felt a pang of hurt and said, "Mom, when I have a break, I'll come visit you."
"I'm okay."
