I could even imagine the expression of utter contempt on Xue Shisi's face upon reading the note, likely even thinking I was a narcissist.
Still, I figured being a narcissist beat being called a Red-Haired Turtle.
Even if I left this place today and probably never crossed paths with her again for the rest of my life, during this brief window, I refused to be called a Red-Haired Turtle.
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