This morning at eleven, Li Shuo: "Come back to me, and as long as you do, I will make a clean break with other women. I will protect you, just as I once did, removing all the troubles for you, so you only need to live happily."
Indeed, during those years she studied abroad, how happily she lived. She didn't have to face the mess at home, nor the crappy things about toiling away only to be excluded.
Hen Ningyue once said that Li Shuo was much like the poppy flower. Even though she knew he was poisonous, she still couldn't quit him. He was adept at exploiting human weaknesses and would appear like a ray of light when she needed him most.
In Yang Yuran's eyes, Li Shuo was not light; he was the dark privilege that extinguished the light.
This shitty and terrible world, ah, where privilege makes perseverance and hard work seem worthless! Isn't it a bit far-fetched to talk about self-respect to someone who is so overwhelmed they're about to break down?
