"Junior Sister, this Ye Wudao is no ordinary man, even I can't see through him. A man as outstanding as him must be liked by many women. If you don't want to get hurt, forget about him. You're not from the same world as him," Feng Ruxue said to her in a tone that only someone who has been through it all could convey.
"Senior Sister, I... How could I like him?" Ding Ruolin adamantly denied.
"Forget it, Junior Sister, I can't be bothered to persuade you anymore. We women, when faced with love, are like moths to a flame; we won't regret until we're burned to ashes. Once you've suffered through the pain, you'll understand that what I said was for your own good."
Feng Ruxue shook her head and sighed. It wasn't hard to tell from her words that she, too, had once fallen for a man who left her battered and bruised.
