The folded hide beneath them was soft, but the memory of rough stones and sharp paths returned immediately. She looked down at her feet and frowned. Even after Hu Baiyu had checked them and Mu Qingyi had wrapped them before, the bottoms were still tender, and she knew very well that if she continued walking barefoot in this world, she would either get used to it through suffering or lose her mind first.
No.
Absolutely no.
She was from the sci-fi world.
She might not have advanced machines here, and her father might have thrown her into this primitive simulation like a heartless villain in parental clothing, but that did not mean she had to accept walking on stones like a tragic little wild creature.
She needed footwear.
Even if it was primitive.
Even if it was ugly.
Even if it looked like two dead leaves tied to her feet, she would rather wear that than keep stepping on sharp ground and pretending she was fine.
