"Now that I've returned to being the cheerful and brave girl I was at ten, you say I've changed just because you can no longer control me?"
Deng Yuyuan tilted her head, her eyes clear, as if she were genuinely curious about this. After a day of running around, her previously tied-up hair hung loosely over her shoulders. She exuded a breathtaking, fragile beauty, though it was a pity that no one present could appreciate it.
"Who is it that has truly changed?" She narrowed her eyes, sweeping her gaze across the Deng family.
"Are—are you actually blaming your own parents?" Mr. Deng pointed a trembling finger at her, his face flushed with anger.
Deng Yuyuan's gaze landed on his hand. "Don't point at me. It's very rude. If you don't put it down, I'll break your finger."
