Wounded

"To her, your concern will be no different from sympathy and pity. Do you think she needs any of that?" asked Qi Haolin. "You should know her by now. She would rather swallow all the bitterness by herself, rather than have someone pitying her. She doesn't need pity."

Liang Chen could only sit down and continue eating, not tasting anything as she ate.

Yan Huan liked to be alone these days. Sometimes she talked and joked with the others, but there was always an unbreachable wall around her. There was always a hint of aloofness in her eyes, and she had become more distant.

It wasn't her nature to be like this, but the wound in her heart proved too much to recover.

They had a short break after their meal, before rushing to the next set.