She valued Fan Rou's life the most, and he could have Zhou Xian act as an undercover, to take the risk, because Zhou Xian was his subordinate, dedicated to his service.
But Fan Rou was not, she was just her friend, who might also become a confidante, a bestie, she had no reason to let her take risks for her.
"Dangerous, Ranran, do you know that I knelt outside for three hours today? Holding a durian, now not only my face is green, but my hands are also bleeding. At that time, I just thought, how wonderful it would be if they were all dead." Fan Rou's voice was low and soft, like catkins dispersing in the wind, settling in the heart, yet giving one an incredibly chilly feeling.
Ye Ranran didn't know how to respond, nor did she know how to persuade.
She understood Fan Rou's emotions, for she too had been ostracized and left with nowhere to hide in that household.
Sometimes, not fighting back is not weakness, but a lack of strength.
