Yun Xiangxiang understood how it felt. It was just like how she viewed Song Mian.
She admired Song Mian's talents and looked at him with admiration. That was why she couldn't feel any love toward him. This was a distance created by inequality. No sane person would choose to seek their own doom.
Perhaps the people at school weren't as calm and rational as she was. Some of them probably did it out of their inferiority. Or perhaps they didn't dare to easily attempt pursuing her. They were scared of the crowd's humiliation and ridicule if they weren't good enough.
Men had more false pride and ego than women did.
Besides, everyone in the school worshipped her as a goddess. The influence of subjectivity would make those who liked her think that they were only admiring her like how a fan to their idol would.
"Ai," Yun Xiangxiang sighed wistfully. "I have never felt how it is to have someone pursuing me."
