"Rongrong, don't get worked up!" Qin Yucen saw how she was and felt uncomfortable inside.
"Rongrong, can we talk calmly?" Ye Qiyun spoke softly and gently, hoping to ease Qin Yurong's mind.
Qin Yurong glared at them fiercely, spitting out words through gritted teeth: "I have nothing to say to you! Just leave, don't bother with me! I'm always the one abandoned anyway! No one should care about me, just let me fend for myself. And take your fake kindness with you, hurry up and leave! Let me keep a bit of dignity, okay? Also let me be quiet."
Qin Yurong's tone was almost pleading, like a fragile baby, she curled up her body, then buried her head, hugging herself with both arms, as if she were a ball. Her whole being was filled with endless sadness and sorrow, making people watching feel heartache.
Ye Qiyun realized she had hurt this child.
