They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

Because she received a letter from her aunt.

My aunt mentioned the role of distilled spirits in the Silver Moon Kingdom in her letter.

The profits from distilled spirits alleviated her long-standing financial crisis.

The Silvermoon Kingdom, which was already on the verge of collapse, instantly recovered a huge amount of health.

This should have been a happy thing, but Violet wasn't entirely happy.

Such success is thanks to Xia Ya.

She became increasingly conflicted.

My heart felt like a jumble of emotions, a mixture of sour, sweet, bitter, and salty.

But what bothered her most was her aunt's invitation.

She wanted to personally invite this master brewer to the capital for a meeting.

It was precisely because of this letter that Violet's anxiety was exacerbated.

Even through the letter, she could feel her aunt's warmth.

Clearly, my aunt was very interested in and grateful to this master brewer.

This inevitably gave her a strong sense of crisis.

But that guy is a bad person!

Even Sister Afu was bewitched and deceived by him, how can Auntie escape unscathed?

Such high praise before even meeting... what if a bad person tries to deceive me with just a few words...?

The image was already forming in Violet's mind.

My aunt fell for the sweet talk of that bad man, nestled close to him, and looked at me with eyes full of distrust.

And that bad guy was sitting right next to my aunt, looking at me with a wicked grin...

Dah!

Violet shuddered, goosebumps rising all over her body.

How could this possibly happen?!

She's already been bullied to death by him. If he really becomes her uncle, will she be able to turn things around?

It can't be turned over, not even a little bit.

The mere thought of this possibility made Violet feel as if the whole world had turned gray.

She was unaware of the subtle resistance she felt within herself.

It feels sour and astringent, my heart is swollen and I feel very uncomfortable.

Violet thought it was because she didn't want to see a tragic future, but she didn't realize that this emotion was very similar to... jealousy.

Violet looked down at the hibiscus flower in her hand.

The petals had been torn to pieces, with only a few remaining, shivering in the wind.

It was as if I had foreseen my own tragic future.

She had forgotten how many she had counted to, and she didn't remember what the final answer was.

But as she plucked the flower, she already had a vague inclination in her heart.

Is she just going to sit here and wait to die?

Violet didn't want to.

At this moment, the thought in my heart became completely firm.

The tattered hibiscus flower was thrown on the ground, its petals scattered everywhere.

After school, in the grove.

Outside the woods, girls were playing and passing by, their laughter like silver bells.

But the grove was rather dark.

It was impossible for Xia not to be surprised when he looked at the silver-haired princess in front of him.

As soon as get out of class ended today, Violet dragged him into the grove of trees, looking quite aggressive.

Violet stood before Char, her heart sinking.

The waiting and agonizing period of time had almost driven her to the brink of collapse.

I can't bear it anymore, no need to bear it anymore!

She wanted to make everything clear to him today.

So she dragged Xia Ya here and cornered him against the wall.

Regardless of the outcome, she still wanted an answer.

This ambiguous state is so uncomfortable; I can't eat or sleep at all.

Originally, according to her thinking, there were only two answers: live or die!

It's something that can be explained in a single sentence.

However, while ideals are always beautiful, when she actually stood in front of Char and was alone with him, Violet was still a little timid.

I always feel a chill on the back of my neck.

After all, the scene here is very familiar.

Seeing it immediately brings back some unpleasant memories.

The lessons learned in the past were too painful to bear and are ingrained in our very bones.

The similar environment before me has even awakened the tactile sensations of the past.

It felt like I was back in the same situation as before, feeling humiliated, ashamed, and nervous, yet completely powerless to resist being bullied by the other party.

Upon seeing him, and considering the current situation, she felt an instinctive fear.

Violet's breathing gradually became erratic.

His gaze could no longer be fixed on Xia's face; it began to wander aimlessly.

She lowered her eyes and glanced at her feet.

Although the large monster blocked her view, she knew that she was wearing a pair of white boots and white stockings today.

"Wearing boots all the time will make your feet smelly."

Char's words seemed to echo in my ears.

That comment caused her so much psychological trauma that she didn't wear boots for a long time.

But today, she wore it.

Will these boots make my feet feel stuffy today?

I just changed the stockings today, so they should be fine, right?

Violet's thoughts drifted further and further away, and her gaze became increasingly unfocused.

My heart sank lower and lower, my fierce expression gradually weakened, and I reverted to my cowardly self.

Xia looked at the little wildcat in front of him, pretending to be tough, and found it quite amusing to see her standing up straight with her fur standing on end.

He wasn't unaware of why the other person was contacting him.

But teasing the haughty princess is really fun.

Xia looked completely bewildered, as if he was unaware of her feelings.

"What do you want from me?"

These words quickly brought Violet, whose internal struggle had escalated to the point of reflecting on whether her attire was appropriate, back to reality.

She mechanically looked up at Xia's face.

He's very handsome, but his expression right now is genuinely innocent.

He seemed genuinely unaware of why she had contacted him.

One sentence was enough to break down the proud and aloof princess, making her fierce again in an instant.

"Why do you think I'd like to talk to you?"

Violet glared at him stubbornly.

The grievances in her heart overwhelmed her.

After reaching the extreme of sadness, the stress begins to manifest, turning into anger.

They've already kissed, okay?

I already said I'd let you pursue me, okay?

Shouldn't our relationship take another step forward?

And yet you haven't come to see me all these days!