"None of my business? You, with all your pride, have never asked for help."
"Who asked you? Scram..."
"Miss, you keep telling to scram. Isn’t that fun for you? Why the show of backbone now? Is it because the saline drip is in, and you realize you won’t die? If you really didn’t beg , why did you co crying to when you got beaten? Aside from , who would help you?"
He casually took out his phone, opened the ssaging app, and played a voice ssage. Imdiately, soone’s lant ca through, "They hit ... they hit ... SOB SOB SOB..."
Yan Xixi was so embarrassed and enraged that she threw her pillow at him with her good hand. "Go away... get out... I didn’t ask you to care about ..."
He chuckled. "If I stop caring about you, no one else will. Yan Xixi, don’t try to put up a brave front. I’m only sympathizing with you. It’s true that you’re alone in this world. It’s also true that if you were to die at ho, no one would notice. So stop acting tough. Be careful, or I might just leave. Then let’s see if you don’t die of sheer wretchedness then."
"..."
She was so aggrieved that she was speechless.
"Do you think Huang Xiaojue is still thinking about you? Do you think he would take care of you? HAHA, Miss, just tell the truth. Is it because after your breakup, you found out Huang Xiaojue doesn’t spare you a thought anymore? That he’s doing even better now? Are you indignant? Feeling it’s terribly unfair?"
"..."
"What do you want Huang Xiaojue to do? Be sad and depressed all day? Cry all day long? Ideally, should he remain lonely his whole life for your sake and never marry?"
He bluntly said, "I think you’re a lunatic. In this world, there are more divorces than marriages. Who doesn’t break up a few tis? Do you still think it’s like the Liang Zhu legend, where if you break up, your only option is to hang yourself?"
"Won, they are just so lodramatic. A breakup is a breakup. What business is it of yours what he does? Can’t he find new love after a breakup? Is that even possible? How childish!"
She was left speechless, crying harder.
Frantically, she pulled the quilt completely over herself, burying herself under it.
He laughed aloud, pulled off the quilt, grabbed her other hand, and his voice beca extrely gentle. "Silly girl, you still have , don’t you?"
"..."
"Since you’re afraid of being disliked, why not strive harder? No one in this world truly sympathizes with the weak. Pitiful people invariably have a detestable side to them. You’re an experienced scamr; don’t you understand this principle? Whether it’s Lady Daqing or my sister, once you attend Harvard, won’t they be forced to look at you in a new light?"
"..."
"That’s right, my sister’s words can be harsh; she’s blunt and doesn’t beat around the bush. But then again, your mother isn’t Liu Daqing, is she?"
Being born lucky is a skill in itself, and you already stumbled on the first step. Who’s to bla for that?
"Do you think people on a higher level than you should naturally look up to you? Carefully cater to your fragile ego? Dream on. In their eyes, your fragile self-esteem is not worth ntioning."
"..."
"Do you think those influential people in books are all approachable? That truly noble people are completely full of sympathy for all beings? Bullshit. It’s precisely because they are lofty that they pretend to be amiable and approachable. And what does ’approachable’ an? It ans they think they are gods; they ’approach’ ’people’ to look down on you, to pity you... *That’s* what truly looking down on you is!"
Approachable—so that’s what it ant?
She was shocked. They are gods, and I am rely human!
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