She rubbed her red and swollen eyes in an attempt to stop crying, but her tears overflowed instead.
At that point in time, Xuxu was the closest person to her.
"Silly girl, why didn't you tell me about such a huge matter?" Xuxu asked. Her eyes welled up in tears at the sight of Su Yue's puffy eyes.
She entered and gave her a huge hug, lightly patting her back.
She really needed it—a hug that could bring her warmth and comfort.
Xuxu smelled a strong scent of alcohol on her and she hugged her even tighter.
She couldn't find the words to comfort her. She was only used to encouragement.
She said, "It'll all come to pass. You're still young. It'll be over in no time."
She only had one choice: to get over him.
She would never allow Su Yue to be Ming Ansheng's child's stepmother.
She was only eighteen. She had a bright future ahead of her.
Su Yue nodded in between sobs.
