Sierra Summers smiled softly, appearing so delicate and beautiful like a Barbie doll, yet at this moment, her face was full of maturity. She reached out and reassuringly patted Celeste Yates on the shoulder, comforting her, "Don't overlook your many shining points just because of others' negativity."
"Celeste, but if there are some gossips that are too excessive, making you feel hurt and wronged, it's not shameful to secretly hide away and cry," Sierra said seriously, "You haven't troubled anyone."
"Everyone has the right to cry; crying for yourself is a normal thing."
"After crying, you have to make yourself look good again."
Celeste Yates had a melancholic and introverted beauty, and Sierra Summers vaguely felt that she might have undergone some great hurt.
Surely, she couldn't ask about it.
But since Celeste Yates took the initiative to ask today, Sierra wanted to say a bit more. With Celeste's temperament, what hurdle couldn't she overcome? Why linger in the past?
