"Xixi..."
She suddenly calmed down.
This man was no longer the Huang Xiaojue of her youth. He was ambitious and successful, poised for a prosperous future, a trajectory further enhanced by his impending marriage into the wealthy Zhou Family. Step by step, he was ascending to the pinnacle of his career and life.
Xu Xiaoya had once asked, "Xixi, why don't you ask Huang Xiaojue for help? He can't possibly allow Yang Wei to bully us all the time, can he?"
No, Xiaojue, how could I possibly beg you for anything?
We are on different paths.
Even when facing severe difficulties, I never asked for your help. Let alone now.
Even if there were ten Yang Weis, I would never beg a single word from you.
Because I no longer love you.
We only show our weaknesses in front of those we love. As for strangers, who cares for their pity?
She turned to leave.
"Xixi, are you okay?" he asked.
She replied in a light tone, "I'm fine."
She was surprisingly aloof.
