Actually, when it came to caring for Mu Mian, Xu Yuan, who was only eighteen herself and a bit naive with everyday life, took a special interest.
"I used to genuinely like you because you had no guile, you were cute, kind, and very obedient. Whenever I needed company, a call to you meant you'd always show up right away. In reality, my own childhood was quite lonely. Kids like us are born with too many labels, and relationships always come with tinted glasses. Standing on different rungs of the social ladder, there was no equity or trust to speak of. And then there was that incident with you and Gong Heng... my heart truly ached for you. I've wanted to help you these past two years, but it seems now that I may have been more of a hindrance."
She gave a wry smile.
Hadn't Mu Mian encountered trouble on several occasions because of her?
"That's not true," Mu Mian hurriedly objected. "If it weren't for your constant support, I couldn't have held on for so long."
