The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle Chapter 173: Bound Together

The pure white foxes are indeed beautiful.

But the yellow ones...

Aren’t they more like the foxes in everyone’s heart?

Aren’t the Fox Immortals in folklore mostly from yellow foxes that beca spirits?

She suddenly clapped her hands, coming alive all at once.

"Wait a mont, I’ll show you sothing nice!"

After speaking, she darted into Heath Langdon’s house without waiting for a reaction, grabbing a pen and paper from the table, and sat down to draw.

The last ti she saw Lynn look at a chibi character and laugh so happily, she even praised how lifelike her drawing was.

Conveniently, she decided to draw one for Claire Joyce as well, it wasn’t any trouble.

Moreover... she just had a burst of inspiration that couldn’t be stopped.

Outside, Alza and Claire Joyce avoided each other’s gaze,

Both fox-eyes stared at the ground at their feet.

"Are you okay?"

Alza hung his head.

"I’m fine, the Female Master treats ... well."

In the past, the two of them lived in the sa room, close to each other, speaking warmly, sharing laughs.

At night, the lamp would be lit, chatting about trivial matters, laughter echoing through the room.

But now, it’s Claire Joyce who lays on the bed.

Yet Alza felt sothing was off everywhere.

He opened his mouth, his throat moved, wanting to ask sothing.

But as the words reached his lips, he swallowed them hard again.

He feared that by speaking, he would lose the last bit of his dignity.

They used to be so close, holding hands through the market, counting stars back to back.

But how did it suddenly beco like this?

With a gentle wave of his wide sleeves, his whole being seed even more frail.

"Claire, do you and the Female Master... have so misunderstanding?"

"We used to be so good, like real sisters, she braided your hair, you made dicine for her... if she did sothing wrong, I’ll speak to her, I’ll help explain for you."

He wanted so much to return to the past.

Back then, they protected him, held him dear to their hearts.

No matter if he was weak, no matter if he wasn’t robust, no matter if he stood out among males.

Miss Kane would pat his head, saying, "Alza, you’re cleaner than anyone."

The most important thing was, back then, by Kane’s side, he was the only male.

She was his all, and he was the only one in her eyes.

But now... there were too many people by her side, appearing one after another, with smiles, with flattery.

So many that he didn’t even have the strength to be jealous anymore, even anger seed redundant.

"There is no misunderstanding."

Claire Joyce bit her lip.

"I really did make a move."

She said quietly.

"Why? Why could she suddenly awaken, gain her talent, and be admired by everyone, while I could only stay in the mud, unable to rise?"

"What did she say back then? She said she would lead us to a good life, said she would help us shed the image of low-tier foxes... but has she ever co back? Has she co back for you? Or for ?"

Her voice grew higher and higher, ending in a cold laugh.

"Wake up, Alza."

"She’s been lying to you all along. From beginning to end, it’s all your self-deception."

Alza’s legs went weak, almost kneeling down on the ground.

His body wobbled, barely stabilizing himself by holding onto the bed’s edge.

Tears fell one by one, drenching his chest.

"I forgot what she was like before," Claire Joyce’s voice suddenly lowered, yet it was even colder, "For now, staying by her side is enough for ."

She turned her face away, refusing to look at him, her gaze fixed on the dark night outside the window.

They were both from the Fox Clan, close in bloodline, ant to be a natural pair.

He should have been her support, her partner, her only refuge in this world.

But from beginning to end, all he ever saw was Selene Kane.

As if everything in the world were re shadows, but she was the only real light.

She would warm his bed, light the brazier early in the winter night, fearing he’d catch a cold.

She made soup for him, simring it all night long, hoping he’d feel a bit revived after drinking it.

And what about him?

It was as if he couldn’t see it.

"Selene Kane is just a cold-blooded beast."

She sneered, her voice carrying deep-seated hatred.

"Do you rember how she dealt with prey? Silently approaching, tightly entangling, only releasing her hold once the prey has taken its last breath. Even you were hard by her poison!"

She finally turned her head, tears welling in her eyes.

She had no unparalleled beauty, no illustrious background.

In the tribe, she was always compared.

And every comparison ended in disaster for her.

Her arrows would miss the prey, her traps often empty.

This inferiority had long gnawed away at her.

Her heart had long been eaten away, riddled with holes.

If not for her thick skin, she would have jumped off a cliff long ago.

What she hated most was Selene Kane’s deanor, calm and indifferent in everything.

Things others struggled for desperately, she could obtain with ease.

That’s not talent, that’s destiny’s favoritism.

A friend?

If there was sothing good, she never thought of them.

Back when Selene Kane gained the qualification to enter the advanced training camp.

Everyone ca to congratulate her, only Claire Joyce left quietly.

No one knew that night, Claire Joyce hid in her tent and cried the whole night through.

She once thought, no matter how aloof Selene Kane was, they were childhood companions, there had to be so camaraderie.

But reality repeatedly told her, in Selene Kane’s world, the words "camaraderie" did not exist.

Back on the day of the match, she genuinely felt happy for her.

That was the last ti she felt unrestrained joy for Selene Kane.

She rembered the sunshine was bright that day, Selene Kane standing on the high platform.

Watching that familiar silhouette, a rare warmth filled her heart.

Perhaps, they could keep walking side by side, like they did as children.

But Selene Kane’s smile that day.

Too happy, too complacent, seeing it made her heart feel like it was on fire, burning in agony.

It was a look that a cold person should not have.

Claire Joyce suddenly understood.

Selene Kane wasn’t emotionless, she simply didn’t need them.

At that mont, her jealousy burned away the last trace of warmth.

For so many years, she’s cried again and again, saying how difficult her life was, how insecure she felt.

Yet to Selene Kane, it seed as though she couldn’t hear it at all.

She wished so dearly that Selene Kane would turn back and take a look.

Even just a "Are you alright?" would bring her to tears in gratitude.

But there was nothing.

Selene Kane always stood in the light.

And she could only curl up in the shadows and lick her wounds.

She endured until her heart was shattered, and why should that person still get to live so well?

"I did it, I admit it. I drugged her, I just wanted her to be uncomfortable."

Alza froze, disbelief all across his face.

"You... you started plotting so early? In what way did Miss Kane ever wrong us? She’s an S-level spiritual power, how many tis has she helped us?"

"If it weren’t for her using her spiritual power to steady , I’d be long dead."

He murmured.

It was Selene Kane who extended her hand ti and again, using her powerful S-level spiritual power to subdue his turbulent energy.

The stronger the spiritual power, the greater the Calm effect.

An S-level female could touch a C-level male and stabilize him for days.

When Selene Kane first awakened, the purest power she had was fully given to Alza.

That night, he finally had a restful sleep.

From then on, his life, in a sense, was bound together with Selene Kane’s.