"No one hates you," Mo Yuan firmly denied. He felt his heart splinter after seeing her crying so bitterly and pitifully. "You are amazing. How can anyone ever hate you? The only bad people are the ones who have bad hidden goals, say rude things to you, or bully you."
Han Luo shook her head. "Big brother Yuan, that's not true. You hate me too, right? You never called me Xiao Luo, like my cousins, or Luo'er, like mom and uncle, or little Luo, like big brother Yujin and big brother Ming. You don't play with me or smile at me. When mom tells you to do something with me, you look angry. You're only here because somebody made you, right?"
