Bai Zhi’s words left Anran suddenly stunned. Why had she never thought of going back?
"Perhaps you no longer feel qualified. The person you’ve become might just be what you once detested. What about that little mountain village that struggled so hard to make your life better? What has become of it now?
You’re afraid to go back, afraid to face it, right?"
Each sentence from Bai Zhi struck the most vulnerable spot in her heart, bleeding profusely.
Yes, she was afraid to go back, afraid to let them see the filth she had become.
Even though she felt at ease, she also hated herself. Such was the contradiction she lived with—normally unnoticed, but now she had to confront it.
"A decade ago, that money must have been so hard to come by. You say you have money now, so why haven’t you thought of going back, of repaying the kindness?"
Bai Zhi realized that this issue was the woman’s Achilles’ heel, the weakest spot in her emotions.
Because that place had once given her the warmest shelter. Everyone had given their all to send her to school, but now she had ended up . Anyone with a shred of conscience would likely be afraid to face them.
Perhaps she lacked a conscience, but she believed she had one.
"This has nothing to do with you. You bring this up simply because you want time to escape, but alas, the more time passes, the weaker you become. You might as well accept your fate."
Just like her past self, who couldn’t accept her fate, and that little mountain village she dared not visit.
She feared that returning would bring nothing but destruction.
"Sorry, but I never accept my fate, and since when did I tell you I was out of strength? Thank you, though, for giving me this time to prepare."
Bai Zhi stood up and approached Anran.
Goh Fan immediately blocked her way but was pushed aside by Anran with one hand.
"What’s wrong, little sister, want to have a fight?"
Anran took off her coat, leaving only her cheongsam on, and looked at Bai Zhi expectantly.
But Bai Zhi hesitated, conflicting emotions in her gaze. She was, in fact, a person full of contradictions.
While she had made herself into a devil, she still felt she had a conscience and a certain disdain for others, like now. Anran didn’t really seem to take her seriously, more was all just a game.
She treated them all as if they were parts of a game, and she was the controller.
Happy, she would tease; unhappy, she would strike.
"Fine, but I can’t guarantee what your face will look like after the fight."
Bai Zhi looked at her indifferently, ready to get down to the fight.
As Bai Zhi made her move, Goh Fan immediately stepped in front of her but was pushed away, leaving him stunned.
The strength of this girl...
Anran was in danger; he wanted to help, but Xiao Qi stepped forward, blocking Goh Fan’s path.
"Your opponent is me."
Xiao Qi would never let Goh Fan intervene, as for the others.
Zhang Yu and his group also stood up, wielding iron rods, the two sides in a standoff.
As for Goh Wen and company, they were useless now, afflicted by Soft Muscle Powder. Even Goh Fan, who had just been Xiao Qi’s equal, was now incapacitated.
"How could you possibly not be affected by Soft Muscle Powder?"
Anran was momentarily taken aback by the situation, but she wasn’t solely reliant on Goh Fan.
She had learned one thing a long time ago—men were unreliable. How could she possibly place all her hopes on Goh Fan now?
Over the years, she had also been training hard. If she could be tough on Goh Fan, she would be even tougher on herself.