Only after following Gu Jiaojiao out the door did Fang Ziyin realize how childish she was being.
She thought about how Jiang Baishu liked Gu Jiaojiao. He probably wasn't returning to the city because of her, too. The thought made her heart ache terribly.
Gu Jiaojiao had only taken a few steps when she noticed Fang Ziyin trailing sullenly behind her. She thoughtfully stopped and waited for Fang Ziyin to catch up before she began walking again.
This time, she deliberately slowed her pace.
"Ziyin, are you here because something happened to Jiang Baishu?"
Fang Ziyin glanced at Gu Jiaojiao. She saw the other woman's smiling eyes and her delicate, fair-skinned face. She was truly exquisite.
In this age of poverty and hardship, she looked like the cherished daughter of a wealthy family. Walking along the country path, she seemed completely out of place.
Even though she herself was the star of the song and dance troupe, Fang Ziyin couldn't help but feel a little insecure.
