Yan Luoxi watched her, seeing her appearance, Fu Lun must have said something to her, and it deeply affected her, which led to her belittling herself like this, "Xiaolian…"
Xiaolian lifted her head and smiled at Yan Luoxi, "Yan, you don't need to comfort me or pity me. I've known for a long time that I'm not worthy of him, it's okay."
Is it really okay?
Yan Luoxi walked out of the ward, watched her lonely figure, and felt uncomfortable. Initially, she should have opposed Xiaolian being with Fu Lun, so she wouldn't be hurt now.
No, with Xiaolian's character, even if she had firmly opposed, Xiaolian might have still insisted on being with Fu Lun, because her personality is just like hers, relentless until she hits a wall.
She took the elevator upstairs to the VIP ward floor. Instead of immediately returning to the ward, she sat dazedly on an outside bench.
What is fate?
It orchestrates their meeting but won't let their love end well, it's just too cruel.
