In the car, Qiao Zhiyi didn't speak.
Nie Yifan kept glancing at her from time to time. "Today, you really opened my eyes," he said.
"Sorry," Qiao Zhiyi had calmed down by now and also felt she had been a bit terrifying, "I made you laugh."
"Everyone has a temper. I was just surprised that you didn't back down at all, you faced it head-on," Nie Yifan said with a smile. "It's good like that. Girls should be this way, they should stand up for themselves when necessary, otherwise others might think they can be easily bullied."
Qiao Zhiyi felt relieved hearing this. She said, "I just don't want to be threatened anymore."
Nie Yifan was an old bachelor and didn't know much about the love affairs between men and women, but he could feel that Qiao Zhiyi's marriage was terrible.
"No matter what, do what makes you comfortable. In this world, beside yourself, no one can give you the greatest sense of security. Besides yourself, nobody else should be allowed to ruin you."