"I'm fine, it's getting late, let's go too... thank you for today."
"Don't be polite with me, and don't feel guilty. Even if we're just ordinary friends, I can't see you being bullied."
Zhuo Liye stopped talking and didn't mention what had just happened.
He took off his suit jacket and draped it over her head, gently pulling her into his embrace.
"There's no one else here. If you feel uncomfortable, you don't have to hold it in. It'll Feel Better If you cry."
"..."
Perhaps Zhuo Liye's comforting words had worked.
Perhaps the scene of fan Yu leaving with Fu Qian had stung her eyes.
The tears that Qiao Yuanfei was holding back suddenly flowed out like a valve that had gone out of control.
She did not cry out loud.
She only suppressed her tears and calmed down. She reached out and wiped her face randomly before returning Zhuo Liye's jacket to him.
"I'm going to the bathroom to wash my face."
