"I'm wrong! I broke the trust you had in me! I'm really sorry!" Ni Xuelin cried. "I know that I have no right to ask for your forgiveness, but would you please give me another chance?"
Xue Yating looked at the woman crying on the ground. She thought for a moment and helped her up.
"Come, get up," Xue Yating said.
"Are you willing to forgive me?" Ni Xuelin asked.
"Yes, since you're also one of the victims here, and also because of the child in your belly. You'll need a job to maintain your life. I'm kind of used to having you by my side anyways."
Xue Yating was not a saint, but she still cared about the people in her life.
Ni Xuelin had always been good to her. Even though she was only a few years older, she always took care of Xue Yating like her own younger sister.
Xue Yating could never forget that when she got acute appendicitis once during a performance, it was Ni Xuelin who carried her all the way to the hospital.
"Tingting…"
