"Father, would you like to play with me?" Angelia flapped her golden wings and flew to the side of the Dragon King, then transformed into a human form.
The Dragon King touched Angelia's head and said, "Be good Anqi, go and play by yourself."
"Not good." Angelia tugged on the Dragon King's sleeve.
"Your Highness Angelia, please ask Melaya to play with you." The fire dragon pushed his daughter in front of Angelia.
The dragon, whose ability is second only to the Dragon King, is so gentle at the moment.
"No, just don't, I hate you."
Pushed Melaya away.
"Angelia, what are you doing? Melaya is five hundred years younger than you and is so sensible. You will be an adult in a hundred years, can't you be more sensible?"
The Dragon King would only call her by her full name when he was really angry. She cried and flew out.
At only nine hundred years old, she never thought that this would be the last time she would see her father.