Chi Yue's face was marked with sarcasm as she said, "Oh, no, that's not right. There are no golden phoenixes in a backwater village, only sparrows."
"And a sparrow is a sparrow, even if it flies out of the village, it's still a sparrow."
"Don't delude yourself into thinking that you can suddenly transform from a sparrow into a phoenix."
Chi Yue paused deliberately before continuing, each word enunciated clearly, "Xia Chuyi, one must recognize the times!"
"Ou Cong is not someone you can aspire to be with!" Her eyes were filled with a stern warning.
Xia Chuyi said, "…Chi, like I've said before, if you're sick, get treated."
"Look, before, your sickness was just at the skin level—just an allergy."
"Now, it's penetrated deep into your marrow; you're practically brain-damaged."
Chi Yue hadn't expected her to speak like that and said angrily, "What did you say?"
