Shen Hanxing's every word was clearly for her good, but she retorted sharply, saying that Shen Hanxing had a cold heart and had no empathy. Now that she thought about it, Wei Xi'er wished she could slap herself because her words were so hurtful.
"Zhuang Li was injured, and Miss Wei was anxious. It's normal for her to lose her sense of propriety for a moment," Shen Hanxing's smile did not change. She said plainly, "A few words of anger are nothing. Miss Wei, there's no need to apologize."
Seeing Shen Hanxing distancing herself, Wei Xi'er's heart clenched. Such politeness and distance made Wei Xi'er recall the first time she met Shen Hanxing. At that time, she felt that Shen Hanxing did not look like someone from the wealthy circle. She was too lively and too ostentatious. The socialites and noblewomen in the circle all confined themselves in a shell. They strictly adhered to the upbringing and etiquette of upper-class society, living like exquisite dolls.
