"No, that's not how I feel," Bai Wei said earnestly with a furrowed brow. "What I mean is, I've always thought Luo Qinghe was very aloof, the kind who wouldn't bother with you if he didn't like you; the kind who, even if he did something wrong, would absolutely not apologize. He'd stick to his wrongs all the way to the end."
"So..." Fu Han began with difficulty, frowning as she asked, "you mean to say that you think Luo Qinghe shouldn't apologize to you or admit he was wrong?"
"Not exactly..." Bai Wei sighed deeply, her face full of conflict. "I don't know what I'm trying to say, I just didn't expect Luo Qinghe to apologize."
"You had a fight with him, don't you want him to apologize and admit he's wrong?" Fu Han's brows knitted together as she felt increasingly unable to understand Bai Wei—she had successfully become bewildered by Bai Wei's logic.
