"Thinking back now, I was really ridiculous at that time, grinding my claws until they were bloody during training so I wouldn't be left behind, my body bruised all over, yet I could only grow at a slow pace and watch helplessly as your silhouette drifted further away."
Xu Xiaoyou said nothing; Angelina leaned heavily against her, using the Rose Rifle to pick off approaching Fishmen.
Angelina's gaze was mocking, her brows slightly raised: "Hundreds of years feel so long for me, yet you blur those memories in no time at all."
"I'm really sorry, even after hundreds of years of training, I've only grown to this extent. I'm afraid I can only disappoint you now."
"You selfish thing, stop pretending. Inside, you're certainly mad at why I can't hold on a little longer, give you more time, aren't you?"
"Anya?"
