She couldn't wrap her head around this situation at the moment.
It was incredibly rare for a girl like Qi Xiaoran to cry.
But to be able to reduce her to tears, it must be an incredibly miserable matter.
Gu Qingjiu didn't have a hobby of poking at people's wounds, so she kept her doubts to herself.
But after a short while, she heard Qi Xiaoran's low voice as the latter was lying down. "Gu Qingjiu, has anything thrown you into utter despair before?"
"…"
That startled her. Instead of answering, she asked instead, "What's the matter?"
After a moment of silence, Qi Xiaoran said, "Can you answer my question?"
Numerous flashbacks blinked across Gu Qingjiu's mind. Her lips curled up coldly. "Of course."
So many things from the past - each of them enough to drown her in despair.
"Even you have those too?"
Qi Xiaoran mumbled under her breath as if Qingjiu's answer was unexpected.
