Xue Yue looked at Feng Yujie. "They're gone now. What difference would it make even if you found out?"
Feng Yujie hung her head. "Yeah, what difference would it make?"
Feng Yujie sat on the floor for a long time without speaking. Xue Yue waited for a while, but she didn't get up.
"Sister Feng."
There was no response.
"Sister Feng?"
Xue Yue looked down and saw that Feng Yujie had already fallen asleep.
She sighed and helped Feng Yujie up from the floor and onto the bed.
'Her tolerance is so low, yet she's still trying to drink herself into a stupor. Seriously, she's heavy as lead.'
Xue Yue sat on the bed, catching her breath. They had to leave the next morning, but Feng Yujie's luggage still wasn't packed. With no other choice, Xue Yue helped pack Feng Yujie's things into her suitcase.
The next morning, Xue Yue woke Feng Yujie up.
"Sister Feng, get up. Our flight is this morning."
