Yan Luoxi looked at Xiaolian, feeling heartbroken for the suffering she had endured. She raised her hand to gently pat her shoulder, saying, "Xiaolian, don't be afraid. With me here, Fu Lun will never dare to hurt you again."
Xiaolian wiped her nose, her voice filled with deep grievance, "Sister Luoxi, I'm sorry, I, I..."
Yan Luoxi smiled gently, "Why are you saying sorry to me? You haven't wronged me."
"I know Fu Lun likes you. I'm aware that he was with me just to get close to you. Because of my selfish intentions, I didn't continue to stay in touch with you, leading to this terrible outcome now, I..." Xiaolian spoke with shame, tearing up again.
Yan Luoxi sighed lightly, "Xiaolian, everyone has selfish intentions, you're not wrong, and I don't blame you. I thought you and Fu Lun would be happy together, so I didn't stop you."
She hadn't expected Fu Lun to be so obsessed with the past. How could there be such deep obsession for something that never truly started between them?
