'No wonder she didn't argue back just now... So she really did run into danger.'
Fang Lingxin realized she'd let the cat out of the bag and instinctively lowered her head again.
But then a thought struck her. 'Why should I?'
'We're friends, and Fang Shuwen isn't some elder of mine. Why should I have to bow my head to him?'
With that thought, she immediately lifted her head. But the moment her eyes met Fang Shuwen's, her bravado vanished, as if crushed by some invisible force, and she instinctively lowered her head once more.
Fang Shuwen felt he had a million things to say, but he didn't know where to begin.
In the end, he asked resignedly:
"Tell me everything, from the beginning."
Fang Lingxin obliged. The story wasn't complicated.
The young woman had felt suffocated at home, so she left a letter and ran away. She thought that once she stepped out the door, the world would be her oyster, a place of limitless freedom.
