I laughed bitterly. This was the Rosalie I knew. She wanted to be better than others, but she refused to make any effort on her own.
When we were back to the base of the Thrashing Knives Sect, we roasted the hare and talked by the fire. I wasn’t sure why, but I somehow found that I had become a little accustomed to life on this deserted island.
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