So even though the delicate young woman tried hard to widen her watery eyes, pretending to gaze at the sky, the tears still fell heavily in that moment.
"Xixia, don't cry…" At this point, Yu Tingting and Zhou Xingyan both walked over, looking at their close friend shedding tears. Standing under the vast sky, she appeared so pitiful, so fragile that it was heartbreaking. Zhou Xingyan and Yu Tingting hurriedly pulled tissues from their bags to wipe the tears of their beloved friend. The pain in their hearts grew unmistakably sharper. The pain of loving someone—it had reached the point where, even though Yu Tingting and Zhou Xingyan had never truly loved someone in this way, they could still empathize.
"What should I do? He seems to truly not care about me anymore… So much love… He used to say he loved me so much, loved me for so long…"
