"If we really compare, compared to you, I'm nothing."
"Lu Jianshen, in front of your deep affection, I feel ashamed."
After Nan Xi said that, her heart ached.
This statement was true. She truly couldn't compete with Lu Jianshen. How deep must one's love be to still obsess over a first love even after marrying another, even to the point of scheming against her for years.
"Nan Xi, are you mocking me?"
"No, I'm praising Mr. Lu. How could that be a mockery?"
"How am I not aware of this, since when have you become so sharp-tongued?" he retorted.
Nan Xi was silent. In fact, she had always been sharp-tongued and was never entirely gentle or obedient.
As a child, because of her father's gambling, she was bullied by peers and even those younger than her. Later, she learned to protect herself.
If she wasn't a bit fierce, she would always be beaten and always bullied.
