In Yan Luoxi's view, once a man resorts to violence, he's really lost his dignity. She never thought Fu Lun would be the kind to hit a woman; she doesn't know why he turned out this way.
Xiaolian thought she knew she was secretly going to meet Fu Lun and tried to probe her. Hearing her say this, she breathed a sigh of relief and gave a bitter smile, "He won't come."
Yan Luoxi detected the sadness in her tone. She tilted her head, looking at her inquiringly, "Xiaolian, you wouldn't still have feelings for Fu Lun, would you?"
Xiaolian quickly averted her gaze, desperately trying to hide something, "Sister Luoxi, I... I don't like him anymore. After he treated me that way, I really don't like him anymore."
The more Xiaolian tried to conceal, the more Yan Luoxi felt she still liked Fu Lun. She sighed, "Xiaolian, you don't need to hide in front of me. Even if you still like him, I won't look down on you."
