Yan Luoxi looked at him, unsure of what to say. Since the day she met Fu Lun, he had been wonderful in her heart, and also detestable. But seeing him now in a prisoner's uniform, sitting casually in the interrogation room, a wave of sadness emerged within her.
"Fu Lun, why did you choose this path?"
Fu Lun did not show the slightest humiliation despite his imprisonment. He slightly raised his chin, his gaze still tranquil, as if when he decided to self-destruct, he was already prepared to calmly face whatever lay ahead.
He leaned back, resting against the chair back, his legs elegantly crossed, "Luoxi, sometimes people have no choice over the environment they're born into. I grew up in a hellish place; asking me to grow into a towering tree basking in the sun is too difficult for me, isn't it?"
Yan Luoxi felt a slight ache in her heart. If back then Fu Xuan had taken her away, perhaps her and Fu Lun's roles would be reversed.
