Song Enyan's heart felt as if it was being viciously stabbed, again and again.
At just 18 years old, she was coddled by her family from a young age, unaware of the ways of the world, never having experienced such treachery.
At her age, for most people, if someone treats you well, you would reciprocate with all your heart, never knowing that there exists a kind of "friendship" that comes draped in deception and exploitation.
At this moment, her good friend and the man she loved were sleeping together, which to Song Enyan felt like the world was shattering into pieces, an unbearable and unacceptable reality.
Luo Yiyi was still crying, begging for her forgiveness and blessing.
Song Enyan clutched her hands tightly, her whole body tensed up to the point of trembling.
"Luo Yiyi, I will grant you this, but from now on, you are no longer my friend!" Song Enyan cried as she ran out of the room.
