Feng Qishi glanced at Zhang Yan, who had intentionally walked away when the wind rose, then turned and walked to Yan Ruoruo's side, saying, "Your boyfriend is really not a decent person."
"You're not allowed to talk about him like that," Yan Ruoruo pointed at Feng Qishi's face, her eyes narrowing. "I know, it must have been Feng Feng who sent you. She just wants to see me make a fool of myself."
"My sister isn't as bored as you are," Feng Qishi said coldly.
"If it wasn't for your sister, why would you be here? My..." Before she could finish, Yan Ruoruo's mind vaguely recalled the retreating figure of the young man leaving in a hurry. She closed her mouth.
"Why aren't you talking anymore? I'm telling you, you'd better apologize to my sister, or else... I'll make you pay." Feng Qishi poked Yan Ruoruo's face twice.
Mu Anxiao remained silent.
Yan Ruoruo lowered her eyelids slightly and asked, "Where's my phone?"
"Here," Mu Anxiao took out her phone from her pocket and handed it to Yan Ruoruo.
Yan Ruoruo took the phone, opened it, and her eyes went blank.
"What's wrong with her?" Feng Qishi nudged Mu Anxiao's arm with his elbow and asked.
Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi and shook her head.
"You're a woman, aren't you? Don't you know what she's thinking?" Feng Qishi deliberately tilted his head towards Mu Anxiao and asked.
Mu Anxiao rolled her eyes at Feng Qishi and said, "A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea. How would I know what she's thinking?"
"Alright, so you admit you're not a woman," Feng Qishi said, straightening up.
Mu Anxiao scoffed and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"From childhood to adulthood, why do I never get good returns when I give my all to others? Why?" Yan Ruoruo looked up and met Mu Anxiao's eyes, asking, "Tell me, why?"
"If you want to make friends and gain others' trust, you have to be sincere. May I ask," Feng Qishi stared at Yan Ruoruo's face, "when have you ever been sincere to anyone? It's always been deception, nothing but deception."
"I wasn't like this before," Yan Ruoruo said, tears welling up in her eyes as if stimulated, looking at Feng Qishi.
Seeing Yan Ruoruo's tearful eyes, Feng Qishi averted his gaze and said, "Fine, I won't talk about you anymore."
"Are you sad?" Mu Anxiao suddenly asked.
Feng Qishi frowned and quickly turned to look at Mu Anxiao, saying, "Don't provoke her anymore."
Mu Anxiao completely ignored Feng Qishi.
Seeing that Mu Anxiao wasn't paying attention to him, Feng Qishi sighed, feeling bored.
After the tears slid down Yan Ruoruo's cheeks, she said, "I never expected him to be like this."
"Cry," Mu Anxiao said again.
Feng Qishi's eyes widened abruptly, and he turned his gaze back to Mu Anxiao's face, saying, "No, don't you understand chivalry? Although..." he glanced at Yan Ruoruo, "she hurt my sister, as men, we shouldn't hurt her at this moment."
The next second Feng Qishi said this, Mu Anxiao frowned, then turned to look at Feng Qishi and asked agitatedly, "What do you mean, 'we men'?"
"You just admitted you're a man, so what? Do you want to go back on your word?" Feng Qishi raised his eyebrows.
Mu Anxiao narrowed her eyes. "I suggest you go somewhere cool to stay."
"It's pretty cool right here," Feng Qishi spread his hands.
"It's even cooler over there," Mu Anxiao pointed at an open space five meters away.
"I will not," Feng Qishi said firmly.
Mu Anxiao curled her lips and said, "Then fine. If someone walks by and sees her crying, and they misunderstand you, don't feel embarrassed."
Feng Qishi hesitated for a moment, glanced at Yan Ruoruo, who was trying to hold back tears, and gave a dry laugh. "Alright, I'll go cool off." Saying this, he turned and walked away.
Mu Anxiao looked sideways at Feng Qishi, then turned back to Yan Ruoruo's quivering lips and said, "Go ahead and cry. It'll feel better if you let it out."
The next second, Yan Ruoruo cried.
Originally, Mu Anxiao didn't want to bother with Yan Ruoruo, but considering the choice of the evil soul and her interactions with Yan Ruoruo over the past few days, she thought that this girl, only in her teens, couldn't have been like this before.
"I wasn't like this before," Yan Ruoruo sobbed.
Mu Anxiao said, "Although I don't want to hear about your past, if saying it out loud makes you feel better, if it makes you..." she paused, then continued, "makes you not like this anymore, then tell me."
"No one wants to listen to my so-called... negative energy. Do you really want to hear it?" Yan Ruoruo looked up at Mu Anxiao, crying, and asked.
Mu Anxiao took a packet of tissues from her pocket and handed it to Yan Ruoruo. "Everyone has a past, but people only like to hear about the pasts of successful people. For the past of children like you, not many people are willing to understand. Of course, even if they talk about your past, they'll only say how immature and annoying you were. Gradually, you forget the excellent person you once were, and only remember the immature you. Is that it?"
Yan Ruoruo took the tissues from Mu Anxiao and burst into tears.
The moment Yan Ruoruo started crying, Feng Qishi was startled and said, "It seems I was right to listen to the fool."
Mu Anxiao calmly watched Yan Ruoruo and said, "Say whatever you need to say. Get all the unhappiness out. Once it's out, you'll feel better."
"I really didn't expect him to be like that. We chatted so happily online, and I thought I had found someone to rely on," Yan Ruoruo picked up a tissue and wiped her tears, saying, "I never thought he would be like that."
"You never had friends growing up?" Mu Anxiao asked.
Yan Ruoruo paused for a moment and said, "I had a very good friend in elementary school, but she moved away. We never contacted each other again. In junior high, they all bullied me. I didn't understand. I did whatever they wanted me to do. In the end, they mocked me and abandoned me because my grades were poor."
Mu Anxiao didn't understand what "elementary school" meant, but seeing Yan Ruoruo's state, she suppressed her curiosity and asked, "Then why didn't you study harder?"
"I wanted to, but no matter how hard I tried, it was useless. My parents said I wasn't cut out for studying, but I... I really wanted to learn, I just couldn't learn well."
"You are what others say you are. You think too little of yourself. So what if your grades aren't good? Just because your grades aren't good, you've given up on yourself? Feng Feng is the same as you, look how hard she works. And, she treats you as a friend, but you treat her like a slave," Mu Anxiao said, "You really know how to transfer your past pain onto others. Now I'll ask you one question: are you truly happy doing this?"
"I..." Yan Ruoruo was speechless.
"You can't say it anymore," Mu Anxiao said calmly.