Wen Hanwei's eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if a touch of concern spread: "Since childhood, I've been growing up with my father in the desolate mountain, not adept at interacting with others, sometimes often speaking too bluntly or too hurtfully.
They all say my nature is too cold, not easy to get close to. Later, I became the Taixuan Nine Classics, and people in the sect respected me even more, feared me, and viewed me as an elder.
They rarely took the initiative to chat with me, and over time, I ended up without a single friend."
At the end of her speech, Wen Hanwei revealed a rather defeated expression, her delicate brows tightly furrowed, looking somewhat sad and a bit aggrieved.
Baili An immediately laughed out loud, thinking that the young lady wasn't cold-natured at all. Clearly, she wasn't worldly-wise and kept herself isolated too long without knowing how to communicate, her icy attitude merely an immature means of self-protection.
