Depois de dois anos escravizada e maltratada, eu cortei meus sentimentos—por que vocês estão chorando?

At the border of the White Fox clan, the world was blanketed in snow and wind, withered grass and trees standing desolate under the endless white sky.

Xiao Yi’s stomach growled with hunger. After much effort, she managed to use the iron ball shackled to her foot to smash through the ice and caught a fish. She swallowed it whole, and when she turned around, she discovered that the clan’s guards were already standing by the riverbank, though she hadn’t noticed when they’d arrived.

“What do you want?” Xiao Yi eyed the guard warily, kicking the iron ball aside, her legs slightly apart and ready to bolt at the first sign of danger.

The guard’s gaze lingered for a moment on her bare legs before he spoke in a low, languid voice, “Young Master has come to fetch you.”

A pity, he thought, licking his lips. After this, there would be nothing left here but male foxes.

Young Master? Does he mean my brother?

Xiao Yi was stunned, suspecting she was still dreaming.

For more than ten years, she had been the cherished daughter of the family, only to be told two years ago that she was an orphan taken in from the wild.

Back then, the war between the White Fox and Black Wolf clans had reached a critical point. After the clan leader’s wife gave birth to a white fox cub, she was called to the battlefield. When the war ended, and the clan gathered to celebrate, they discovered that the infant left at home had vanished without a trace.

The clan leader’s wife was devastated. Out of love and sorrow, the clan leader secretly sent people out to f