"Miss Xue!" Xie Wen's call was like a heavy hammer, waking Xue Qiuchun from her sorrow. She forced a smile more bitter than tears, taking delicate steps forward, purposely maintaining a distance from the embracing pair.
Her gaze involuntarily fell on Shi Feiyang's arm around Guo Xiangyu, the intimate posture stabbing straight into her heart like a sharp blade. Guo Xiangyu's cheeks were flushed, burying her face deeper like a coquettish cat, exuding tenderness and reliance.
Xue Qiuchun's vision darkened, her ears buzzed, and the entire world seemed to spin.
She struggled to maintain her dignified demeanor, yet her fingertips uncontrollably clutched her dress hem, the exquisite silk twisted into deep wrinkles, like the scars in her heart, unable to smooth out.
