Lin Ruoxi suffered from severe psychological issues due to long-term domestic abuse, a fact that made her truly pitiable.
'But what future was there?'
She squeezed her eyes shut as a single, glistening tear fell from the corner.
Lin Ruoxi didn't know what to do. She quickly pulled out a tissue and handed it to Gu Muxue, asking in a pleading tone, "Gu Muxue, can we be good friends?"
Lin Ruoxi knew Xue Rui liked Gu Muxue, and she didn't want to put him in a difficult position. 'If someone has to make a sacrifice,' she thought, 'I can be the one to back down. As long as Xue Rui stays by my side, that's all that matters.'
Gu Muxue clenched her fists. 'Why? Why is Lin Ruoxi acting like this?'
Gu Muxue finally couldn't take it anymore. She gritted her teeth and questioned, enunciating each word, "Why? Why do you have so little self-respect?"
Lin Ruoxi's subservience was both pitiable and pathetic.
"Because I love him. I have to accept everything about him, without reservation."
